Head hurts. Jaw hurts. Leg hurts.

Everything hurts.

Hurts to stand. Hurts to walk. Hurts to remember.

Can’t see. Something on my face? No, can’t feel anything under my hoof. Blind? No, remember seeing… something. Blue. Bright. Makes me think of pain.

Everything hurts.

Struggle to walk. Not all my legs work. Back one bends oddly.

Where am I? Dark. Wet. Something familiar about it. Part of me.

Faint light ahead. Walk faster. Help maybe. Friends maybe.

Tunnel. I am in a tunnel. I remember. Tunnels I have been to often, dark and wet and shiny. Definitely a part of me.

Light is orange and warm. Not something to be scared of. It must be good. it must be a way out.

Running now. Galloping. It hurts so, so, so much but I just need to get outside. I can hear voices, so it must be outside it must be safe it must be—

I hit something. The light falls under me. I slide and tumble and lose sight of everything until something else hits me.

Everything hurts.

Then nothing does.

Author's Note

Thank you again to Seer for the prompt: Horror story involving Rarity, with the caveat she can be the only character we actively see in the story.