Distress: Solicitude

She got up slowly and rubbed her head with her left hoof, walked to the window on her right side, looked outside, and saw it was the exact apartment seven years ago. She turned her head right knowing it was the exact same bed, the same table near the kitchen, and the soft carpet that was made out of sheep wool. Knowing she opened her eyes wide as she turned to her head to the right, she saw a picture frame missing the family portrait picture. All she saw was herself and the missing pony heads that were scratched. She heard voices that it was her fault for killing her younger brother.

“Did I murder my brother back then when I was little? I can’t remember a thing. I don’t even remember having a brother.” Her left eyebrow raised with a settle of her body shaken. She looked closely at the picture and saw herself. It had blood to censor the final product of the six ponies besides herself, can’t remember who they were, thought to herself knowing that most of it doesn’t make any sense, then turned to her left and headed towards the door. However, it was locked, and started to hear noise from outside.

Some pony was walking in the hallway with another pony. “Look there hasn’t been a pony in that room 420.”

She of course was walking aside from his left in the hallway ahead of him by seven centimeters, “The room is cursed, the last one who was there went missing ages ago, the door has a broken handle and you can’t get in it.” She said and shivered on the cruel tale about the missing daughter.

Ophelia closed her eyes and heard a thump near the closet. She turned her head to the left and walked to the closet. When she got there, and used her left hoof. The door squeaked open slowly. A pony was in the closet with an upper half of the body missing. She noticed that there was blood splattered everywhere. The stench was pretty bad, so she carried the lower half of the body to the kitchen table.

“I personally think some water is necessary.” as she went and grabbed a towel, dipped it in water, headed to wipe the flank with the towel when she used her left hoof.

“I know this pony's name. It’s Tropical Breeze bottom half.” She wiped the tail on the table as well-knowing it’s a bright red color. Her fur coat was cyan.

“Oh no.” knowing her she was pissed. She took a look near her vagina and put her left hoof to see if she was raped. Ophelia knew this was wrong if it were her private life but, she wanted to know how she died, however when she pulled out her left hoof it had some white cum. “Of course.” She sniffed it and analyzed.
It was a stallion that did this to her, but who? She took another glance at the lower body and noticed there was a hair that didn't match Tropical Breeze hair style. It was pink hair knowing only one pony that she knew. “Tex you bastard.”

Ophelia headed to the door and tried to open it but, although it was locked and then something came up on the door. She then glanced at it and saw there were chains and blood stains all over the door. Six voices whispered to her left ear. Knowing it sounded like something is haunting her, but she knew the stakes when she was going into the restricted section in the library.

She only knew that only four of us went in that day counting herself. However, she hasn’t seen them. Last time she knew that one went in and never came out. Ophelia was the last one to go in. Coco Berry went in first and didn't come back for hours. Tabby went in next as she ran through that awful mist of screams. Cloud Dream was the third that went in there. Ophelia wondered if she would see them again.

A few moments of thought she went to the bathroom to get herself clean. She faced the mirror knowing it’s different. She saw lots of blood on her face and both of her hoofs. There she stood at the mirror and used her left hoof to touch the mirror. It left a bloodstain on the other side.

The door opened on the other side of the mirror a pink pony with a butcher knife covered in black goo. The pony in the mirror flicked her left ear and started to head to the mirror on her left. She turned the faucet with her left hoof as it was red. The pink one drank it. Ophelia thought to her mind that was blood. She then walked to the mirror and got close to the pink one. Pink one said “I can see you.” as she swung the butcher knife at the mirror both mirrors broke. Ophelia walked backwards and slipped into a hole.