Anew

The sun greets me yet again.

It’s not blinding this time, but more so in a calm way. It’s like the rays are shimmering, sometimes hitting my eyes, sometimes not. Huh. Weird.

My arms still couldn’t move, but it seems like it’s heavier. Like somebody placed a brick on top of it. My legs are the same as well. It also feel’s like something is wrapping it, but I’m not sure just what. I’m no longer bound to the grass that I was previously in, more so considering the fabric like cotton under me.

I decide to open my eyes, trying to at least see something besides white bright light. I’m in a cubed room of some sort, all painted in white. The door to the left has a clear mirror in the middle of it, and next to me is a table, with a empty ceramic cup, topped of with a bottle of water.

The bed that I’m laying in is completely white. A small but noticeable funnel was inserted into me, with a piece of tape, if I’m not mistaken, attaching it. My clothes, which were burned out and filled with holes, were now changed into an all white clothing set, with a short sleeved shirt and long pants.

My hands are now twice the size they used to be, but maybe it’s because of the fabric wrapping my arms. My legs are the same, but not noticeably bigger.

After I checked my area, I tried to think what was the last thing that happened.

I believe that it was me, seeing a figure running straight to my direction, and I passed out soon after. But I couldn’t figure out what that figure was. It seems as though that was the most recent thing, but then again, the memory of me in this action is kind of blurry. I assume that it was the truth, and rolled with it.

But why can’t I remember anything else?

Wasn’t there supposed to be not one recollection, but many others? I have a life after all. Why can’t remember the past, but only that one instance?

I continued to ponder, the clock ticking down for what seems like forever. All the time, all that I was thinking was about my memory.

A knock, soon after, breaks the silence.

“Hello? Are you awake now?” a voice exclaims. I couldn’t see the exact figure of the person, but there’s no harm in replying.

Right?

“Y-Yes. I’m awake now.”

And so, with my sentence, the door bursts open slowly, making a loud sound of a creek. A teenager, with yellow skin and pink hair is seen barely visible from outside of the door. She slowly creeps inside, slowly and gently. Like she’s afraid of something.

She walks over to me, and sits down to the chair next to the before-mentioned table, her hands overlapping with each other on her thighs. Her eyes were full of colour, but it soon changes to a more dilute approach. Her wide smile has now turned to a frown gratitude for sadness, and from the looks of it, just the look of my broken body is making her touched.

...does she know me?

I’d imagine her as a nurse or something, but no nurse would be wearing a sleeveless white top. And her emotions are actually responsive, not like any other nurse out there. This has to be somebody I know.

I once knew.

Her mouth begins to open, about to say something. Before she could, she coughed, and held back her words. She mustered again, her voice broken and abundant.

“Thank goodness your alright. I found you in a patch of grass, pretty far from Sunset’s place. You were set broken, but your alright now.”

I didn’t reply. Instead, I stared at her blankly.

What home?

Who’s home?

Who’s Sunset?

With my mind filled with questions, I ask simply one of them. I take a deep breath, and took the time to say it. This will be devastating for her, I know it, and this will break her apart.

But not me.

“I-I’m sorry. But I don’t know you.”

Silence abridge.

“How? You know us, me, I know it! Your one of us, and always will be!” she retaliates without any hesitation.

“Who is this, us?”

“The others of course!”

“Just who is this so called ‘others’?”

“Twilight! Rainbow! Applejack! Rarity! Pinkie! Sunset! All of them! You can’t seriously forget everything, can you?!”

I decide to do nothing, and give her a apologetic frown.

She instantly responds, closing her mouth with both of her hands, while tears flow down from her blurry eyes.

“Oh my gosh. You did.”

“You actually did.”

“All those years, gone.”

“Those memories.”

“Those moments.”

“I’m sorry.”

She bends over to me, arms reaching to my waist. I push back, not knowing why, either gag reflex or my own consciousness. Either way, it was a shit move.

She looks over to my eyes, and her tears stopped to flow.

“Oh. I see now.”

I look down, ashamed of myself. I could’ve just accepted her offer, instead of aggressively reject, just like that.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that, I’m in a completely new world, filled with new faces and new people. Not everything, or everyone, I can trust.”

“You can trust me. You can count on that.”

“How can I be so sure of that? Sure, you can say these things, but in reality, that doesn’t add up to anything.”

“Please, Jason. Just give me the chance to make it up again.”

Jason.

A name.

An actual name.

A male, for a fact.

I muster.

“I-Is that my name?”

“Yes. Yes it was, and still is.”

After hearing that, I weigh down the two options laid down upon me.

Reject or Accept.

Yes, she said a name that I’m sure isn’t her own. But then again, she could’ve just make one out of the blue, can’t she? It’s possible, and could be well thought.

Well, clearly a name is simply not gonna make the cut. I need more. Something solid. Something evident. Something that you simply can’t make out of thin air.

But then, why did she come here in the first place? No way she entered without any warning, neither any caution, just to let down her water on me.

I guess there’s no harm accepting, right? Even if I decide to reject, where next? She is my only lead, my chance to find life once more.

A quick gush of air escapes from my unconsciously held breath. I grit my teeth, head looking down. I’ve made my decision, as well as the first step to it. This action will change my life, and it’s my choice to interpret it as bad or good. I’m not sure this is the true, real thing that I was attached to, but right now, I don’t care.

I’ve lost everything.

Time to regain hysteria.

“Show me these friends of us.”