Author's Note

So yea, I’ve had this story started for, well a long time. As I do many others and lately I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. I’m wildly out of practice, but this chapters been written out for a long ass time, but please leave and constructive criticism you can. I got no editor and am extremely rusty with writing things, so it would really help. Thank you!

A Little Trip

Pain. I can feel it surging in my body. Well, I guess that's what happens when you FUCKING ALMOST CRACK YOUR HEAD OPEN ON A TABLE. Well, shit, why did I fall again? A throbbing in my head persuades my hand to tend to it. Oh, that's right, a light. I was just inspecting a light that appeared in my apartment when I slipped on something and hit my head. I turn my head to look at the window, only to see it was sunrise. Shit, I must have been knocked unconscious. But what did I trip over? Looking around for the culprit of my fall, I came across some mush on the floor. It was grey and looked like something you'd see in a TV show about prison food, only less appetising. Well, at least it doesn't smell. Wait, if it's sunrise... Then what time is it now? Turning to the clock only confirmed my suspicions. 6:15. I was going to be late.

Shit shit shit shit shit. I've been basically running since I entered the lobby of the pristine building, and after running up five flights of stairs, I was struggling for breath. But that's fine, because as long as the boss man didn't notice, I'll be as good as-"STEVENS!" -gold... shit. I turn around to see my boss waiting by his office, his index finger curling as if to coax me into his domain. With a sigh, I trudged over to his office. Well, I do have an excuse this time.

I sink into the chair in front of my bosses neat, heavy table which had him seated directly across from me, face curled up in anger. "Dominic, you're late. Again," he growled, voice sounding venomous enough to kill several horses, "Pray tell, what is your excuse this time?"

"Well, you see, it's a funny story, actually... I fell over and got knocked unconscious," I meekly offered, a nervous smile never leaving my lips. And after a short silence, a sigh leaving his.

"I don't understand Dom," he sighed, his voice now erased of all anger, only filled with disappointment, "you're one of the brightest people we have here, why do you act like this? Always late, never trying, acting immature, it's like you want to get fired. So if you want to get paid, pull your finger out and push yourself harder!"

"That's what she said," Mr Anderson's eye twitched.

"GROW UP!"

...

There was a pause, me not wanting to dig my hole any deeper, and him with his face frozen in rage. After a short time, he sighed and his face fell to a more relaxed position. "Just please grow up, and actually try." I nodded, ashamed that I just said what I did. It wasn't even that good. And the immature thing, that too. He looked at me with a sympathetic gaze, before continuing. "So, you said hit your head, right," he questioned me, receiving a nod in return. Letting out a small annoyed grunt, he proceeded in his train of thought. "So I give you permission to have the day off to see a doctor, but I want to see you back here on time, or else. Understand?"

"Y-yes, thanks boss," I manage to stutter as I vacate the room. A thankful sigh leaves me as I got off easy. Hopefully I make it to work in time next time, or the boss is gonna kill me.

A sigh escapes my lips as the door slams behind me. The doctor said it was a minor blow to the head. Sure, it should have hurt, which it did, but it shouldn't have knocked me out. Maybe it was shock, at least that's what the doc said. Whatever, I don't care, I got a day off! As I climb the stairs I notice the grey sludge from this morning dripping off one of the wooden stairs. That's weird, I was sure I fell while I was downstairs. Meh, I was in a rush and probably didn't notice. Note to self: clean that up later.

I turn the TV on and jump onto the couch. The droning of the television slowly lulls me to sleep. Or almost does. As I start to embrace sleep, wouldn't you know it? A loud ass noise blasts through my hallway. It sounds like someone is ripping paper into a megaphone, only less metallic. And more constant. IT. WON'T. STOP. Rolling off my couch, I start heading towards the noise. The fact that it is coming from one of my rooms is weird in itself, but right now I couldn't give any less fucks about that. I'm just too pissed over being denied rest.

I stop outside the room the noise is originating from. There's a light coming from underneath the closed door. Weird, why would you use a flashlight in the middle of the day? Especially one strong enough to cast visible light from the bottom of the door. It just occurred to me that someone might be trying to rob my house. Someone not very smart. How they got in, I don't know, but I'll figure that out in a minute. Looking around for a weapon to defend myself, the closest thing I have is my umbrella. Well, I guess it's good enough. Pushing the door open with the umbrella clutched in my hand I cautiously scan the room until my eyes land on some sort of hole. What!? It's not a clean circular hole either, it's more like a tear. Yeah, a tear that's spewing out bright-ass white light and being loud as fuck. I inspect the 'tear', walking around it without getting too close. It's two dimensional whichever way you look at it. It's weird and eerie. I shouldn't touch it. I should wait for proper authorities to inspect it. But who would believe me? 'Hello, police? Yeah, there's a big white - most likely inter-dimensional - tear in my room. What's that? You can have me booked into the asylum within the hour? Lovely!'

I shouldn't touch it. I don't want to touch it. Well... maybe a little. Ok, a lot. Reaching out shakily with my umbrella, I poke into the tear, only for it to go right through. Not like a portal either. Just through to the other side of the tear as if it wasn't even there. Even waving the umbrella only distorted it like smoke, before the whiteness formed back into the tear. Well, I guess it's harmless then! I chuckle a bit as I come closer and stick my hand through to wave the tear around. I guess I was worried for noth... ing... My hand's stuck. It won't move. Grabbing my arm with my free hand, I start pulling as hard I can, feet digging into the carpet as best they could. I can't believe I stuck my hand in it! WHO WOULD DO THAT?! ME APPARENTLY, BECAUSE I'M AN IDIOT! But I can feel my hand being pulled free. Yes! Only a few more seconds of pulling, and I would be home bound. Well, as home bound as you could be when you're already at home. I can feel my hand about to give, and I'm thankful it's not starting to hurt over all the yanking. Wait, why can't I feel- my thoughts were cut off as my hand flew out, the leftover force from pulling back throwing me square on my back.

I let out a relieved laugh at what transpired, sitting up so I could get a better look at my hand. Well, at least that's over. Now to get out of here before something else happens. Looking to my hand, I suddenly see why I couldn't feel it anymore. Because it's not there. No cuts or flesh openings, just no hand like it never existed. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I think I'm taking it rather well actually.

My throat hurt briefly from my screaming, but it stops as the portal pulses. Colour is coming off it, a rainbow aura or something. And now it's starting to suck. Literally. My body is being pulled towards the gaping tear as the incredible wind is pulling me towards it. I quickly grab hold of the umbrella and hook around the open door knob as the wind starts to intensify. Well, isn't this just peachy, I've got one hand, my house is getting ruined, and the wind is now strong enough that my legs are being pulled off the ground. But wait a minute. Yes. YES! The tear's getting smaller, soon it should close completely.

Of course it's just my luck, I hear a crack. Looking up, I see my umbrella handle start to shift. "You better not do what I think you're going to do." If it was wise, then it'd listen to my warning. Apparently, inanimate objects don't have any form of sensibility, as it cracks more. The hole was so close to closed now, I'd just be able to fit through. That's good enough for the umbrella, as it cracks once more, before giving out. "YOU CHEAP ASS MOTHERFU-" was all I managed to get out before losing all feeling.

Pain. I can feel it surging from... well, everywhere. If I just died, then let me tell you, it isn't a better place. Ceasing to exist in itself didn't hurt, but somehow with no concept of sight, smell, or any other feeling, for the seconds I was in there (even though it felt like decades), the pain was unbearable. And I would know, I once stubbed my toe on a metal table in a room with Lego spread all over the floor. But horror stories aside, my limbs ache, like they were confined and hadn't been used in a long time. Thank God I got them back. Groggily rolling over, my limbs feel sore, almost like they're broken, and strange. But all things considered, they were better being there than nowhere at all. I think.

Trying to roll over didn't get me far, as it seems I've got something stuck in my arm. Sitting up, I noticed I was having trouble, my body felt so... different, and weak. Now sitting as comfortably as possible, I can hear the distinct sound of a heart monitor. I'm in a hospital at least. Opening my eyes, I was assaulted with pain as my eyes didn't seem to take kindly to light. Letting my eyes adjust, I see my surroundings. A grey room provided me with enough information to confirm I wasn't in my room anymore. I can feel the fear welling up inside me, but push it down. I need to assess the situation first. That's what you're meant to do right? Looking down to inspect my limbs, I stopped in shock.

My hands are gone. Not like before, where it was just a nub, it didn't even look like a human arm anymore. It's a hoof. What? The shock of my situation numbed my senses for quite a bit. Lets be honest, in a situation like this, my nerves were fried. Figuratively of course. I just don't know what to do with this... information. Shakily, I lift my 'hoof' up to my face to inspect it. It's a hoof. Attached to a red leg. This doesn't make sense! The numbness of the situation is wearing off, and fear is rising in my chest. If I was a horse, or whatever I am now, why am I red? I shouldn't be red, right? I've never even heard of a bright red horse before. Looking over my body, I could see more horse. The fear and shock now surfacing, I couldn't help but do what came naturally. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME!?" I thrashed to get off the bed, not caring as I rip out the IV from my... leg? No, this is wrong. It's NOT my leg. I don't own it, and I've never seen it before. This is wrong!

The monitor is flat lining from lack of pulse as I manage to fall off the bed. Fall being the key word here. Landing face first onto the ground hurts, but I have more pressing issues at the moment. Moving my legs, I tried to stand up. A task more difficult than usual since my limbs are unfamiliar to me and extremely weak, before I could hear a rushed sound of... hooves? This isn't good. Redoubling my efforts, I manage to stand up, before the door slams open, revealing a panicked-looking horse.

"Don't you dare die on me! I can't get another..." It's feminine words trailed off as she took sight of me. My eyes are probably as wide as hers. She just talked! That's not right! Horses don't talk! I shivered as the last of my sensibility flies straight out the window, and panic comes straight in.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" No wait, that's not the right question. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Perfect. The white... thing walks towards me with astonishment plastered on her face. I don't know if she can understand me, but she seemed to not have heard my question. Somehow.

"This is incredible! You're awake! How is this possible?" She got as close as possible, her... nose touching mine, which in no way helps me calm down. Before I can ask her what she's talking about or just freak out over this, I hear loud... hoofsteps coming towards the door. They sound bigger and heavier than the horse in front of me. Bigger horses equals more possibility of danger. More horses equals more possibility of danger. Well, I guess it's time to run. Shoving the horse aside as best I could, she stumbles back more from surprise than actual force, giving me an opening for the door. I leap in the direction of the door, and land on my hooves before falling straight down in front of the several buff looking horses that are entering the room, carrying various medical supplies and looking astonished, for some reason. I get to my feet as best I could before I try knocking one of them over. My arm just bounces off his body as they break out of their stupor.

"Quickly restrain him!" a brown horse demands in a masculine voice while wrapping his hooves around me. I struggle as hard as possible as more horses join in on the rather violent game of stacks on. Once every horse is on top of me, I can't move anything below my neck.

"Nurse, please apply the anaesthetic, ASAP." I see the female grab a needle from one of the bags that the bigger horses brought in, and I struggle even harder as she heads over to me. But to no avail. Well, running is out of the question. Next plan: pleading.

"NO, WAIT! Can't we talk about this like rational people?" This caused the nurse to halt, looking at me with confusion. Great, now I just have to calm the tension in the room and I can talk my way out of this. Probably. Unfortunately one of my personal paperweights decided to try and get more comfortable, and I can feel him stepping on my limbs for better leverage. Whatever, I can ignore the pain. "Let's just calm down and- OH SWEET MOTHERFUCKING UMBRELLAS!" Have you ever had a stone the weight of a horse leg fall on your toe? Well, I think my reaction was justified as the damage is more... north. My thrashing picked up as well as my anger, shoving with all my might. "GET OFF ME YOU FAT ASS HORSES! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL... I'll..." My sentence drops off as I feel a prick in my ass and my body relaxing, the anger washing away. Looking at the nurse, I see her holding the syringe in place, looking at me. "What... the fuck... is wrong with you?" Drowsiness takes over my body as my head hits the ground and my vision fades out.