That One Patient

I… had that one dream again, not like the usual I’ve had with my father back then. I thought that with the memory suppression spell, I wouldn’t see it again but I saw it last night as clear as the day I first saw it. My love, Everglade, had committed suicide four years ago today. We’ve been married for ten years before he took his own life. Even then, I remembered every bit of his anguished screams before and right after he did the deed. I wished I could’ve helped him but I was too slow to act. Oh, Everglade, I’m so sorry.

I remembered coming home late from a shift that took longer than usual due to some mixup with a few files worth of paperwork. There, I saw Everglade, sitting at a table with a cup of tea in his hoof. The look on his face was one of losing hope in everything, including life itself. For a while, I did my best to comfort him whenever he had an episode, holding him tight and assuring that all was right in the world. It worked to great effect but it eventually became less effective. Yet, I always did my best to comfort him in any way.

He was crying, screaming about how his mother gave him all manner of misery growing up, even kicking him out. Routinely, he experienced nightmares about the abuse he suffered at her hooves. I calmly tried to bring him down from his turmoil but to no avail. When he went for one of the knives in the kitchen, I knew it was a short fuse but not how short it was. After giving one last laugh about how life was meaningless, he jammed the knife into his neck and cutting his throat wide open. I still remember the blood that soaked the floor, like it was a flood.

I held him in my arms, begging him not to die but… it was too fucking late. He died in my arms as I cradled his limp lifeless body. I lost the pony I swore to spend my life with, the stallion I loved. But, I heard a familiar laughing sound, one I’ve heard only once before. Mr. Skull was using this dream of mine to taunt me, demoralize me. How fucking dare he tries to taunt me with memories of a tragedy of mine! He’s gone to fucking far with this. When I return tomorrow, I will personally interrogate Mr. Skull. He’ll get more than just an earful from me, that son of a bitch!