Author's Note

Sorry if this seemed rushed and not good as the first chapter; I did it at night and was very tired.
As usual tell me what I did wrong and i'll fix it.

Chapter 2

True fact; Lesche syndrome makes the person or in this case pony mentally retarded but......

wheres the fun in that?!

'words' means thinking and ''words'' means that I am making said character talk.

Ever waken up in a forest after getting thrown off a bridge and woken up in a river bed? well I have and i'm about to wake up right about.... now!.

With a jolt I opened my eyes immediately getting blinded by the sun;moving my front hoof to my face I blocked out the sun for a few minutes until I finally snapped awake and lowered my hoof and looked around 'damn crazy women' instead of seeing city lights and everything I was only able to see trees.... trees everywhere 'how the hell did I end up here?!' I tried voicing my opposition but only a quiet squeak came out 'damn it! speak!' I tried speaking again but only more squeaks came out.

The adrenaline flowing through me I got up to my feet and ran to the nearest tree than used two hoofs to grab the base of it than bang my head against it a few times 'speak!' *bang* 'speak!' *bang* 'why' *bang* 'can't' *bang* 'I' *bang* 'speak!' and after one more 'necessary bang against the tree' I let go and fell to the ground finally feeling the toll of my injuries 'that was stupid' visibly seeing and physically feeling the blood run down my face I just rolled onto my back and looked up at the sky 'that was really stupid'.

Now being able to taste the blood; to say I was disgusted was an understatement 'not bad' sighing and looking down at my back legs I could see the bones trying to make their way out of the legs,its a miracle that its not as bad as it seems 'alright' lifting my head up and putting my hoof up to my face to stop the bleeding 'wheres civilization?' debating for a few minutes or so I finally decided that going directly in front of me would lead me to a town.

but suddenly my wall breaks down and there shows our pink colt ''Bitch I hope the fuck you do!''He walks out of the rubble and up to our author at his chair holding a wing to his neck ''Pay attention to detail! I have flipping wings! now lemme use em'!!'' our author sighs and lowers the colt as he walks back into the wall disappearing,picking up a roll of duct tape from his desk drawer he walks to wall to repair it.

Moving a bit of my muscles I finally find the wing nerve and flex em' a bit 'lets go' lifting up to the air for a few minutes than falling down onto my hooves I flex them again and i'm finally able to fly over the tree tops.

After about a day and a half of flying and landing on clouds to rest I was able to make out a little cottage just a few yards away from the forest entrance 'yes finally!' I stand up on my cloud I fly off towards the cottage;after finally making it just to a little bridge I remember something 'wait' I feel my forehead again 'how much blood have I lost?' a white blur and everything gets woozy 'fuck' and darkness.

Instead of waking up in a forest I wake up in darkness 'this is definitely a dream' how do I know? the chances of seeing a killer clown from mars turning people into cotton candy globs are pretty slim; oh wait its changing 'hmm I remember this place' the scene changed to me sitting on a bed with a knife in hoof 'ohhhh yeah its this day' instead of trying to stop myself from inflicting harm to my dream hoof I let it happen *slash* that's one *slash* that's two *slash* *slash* *slash* *slash* *slash* *slash* alright that's six 'though it doesn't really matter its just a dream; a lucid dream'.

How long has this dream been going on? I don't know maybe and hour or two 'anytime now' i'm now standing on the front porch waving the last goodbye to my 'family' than the scene changes to some police officers standing at my front door 'hello officers' the look sad 'is there anything wrong?' the officer responds ''son i'm sorry to tell you this;do you know where your parents been?'' yep their dead 'no sir officer they left saying they'll be right back;could you maybe tell me?' the officer looked at his partner ''i'm sorry to say this son but your parents were in a fatal accident'' I struggled to hold back a smile ''we've called your relatives to come and collect you and your things'' I nodded holding my hoof to my face;alright now to get rid of them and onto the best part of this dream 'that's terrible news officer but thank you for telling me i'll be waiting for them' they nodded and left to descend the porch 'I can't hold this back' I let go of my face and start giggling than to straight on mad laughter.

To say what happened these past moments would something a normal person driven to insanity to do but for me its every weekend but now that its the weekend I can let loose 'to think I almost died that day made my heart tingle' looking around the now destroyed living room with blood splattered everywhere 'alright now when is it my time to wake up?'.

Reliving everyday until I subsequently killed myself was to say the least; humorous though the tingling in my heart got stronger and stronger until my limp body fell off the bridge and into the water below with the gun landing right next to it; I think that's when my hear couldn't take it all and I gasped and fell over stiffly breathing in and out repetitively until a bright white light appeared and blasted everything to pieces with some booming voice scaring them away.

Alright I think its time for me to wake up; I imagined a handgun and picked it up than looked towards my 'savior' it was a blue unicorn with wings in armor 'huh nice armor' than somehow pulled the trigger of the gun waking me up and in doing so startling a very quiet voice to say ''oh my their awake!'' followed by a bunch of footsteps 'oh great more ponies' I just left my eyes closed and waited.