Stories Written During Fifth Period Because This Is What My Education Has Amounted To

Lyra’s consciousness slowly returned to her. She felt a sterile warmth as the feeling returned to her body. She lay face up in a metal ribbed bed, her torso covered in a thin cotton blanket. Her vision slowly returned in a violent cone of confusion, the harsh hum of the overhead light filled her ears.

Bonbon lay on the opposite side of the room, tears stained her muzzle. Her ears perked from the sound of light rustling. She slowly raised her head toward Lyra. Her eyes hung open in amazement at the wriggling creature beneath the sheets.

“Lyra!”

Bonbon shot toward the bed and nuzzled the sheets from underneath Lyra. Her smile grew as Lyra’s eyes made contact with her’s.

“Sweetheart, you’ve been asleep for two days! We were really beginning to worry about you… You kept mumbling something about hu…Oh, I’m just so happy you’re ok!”

Lyra retreated into the crevice of her lover’s neck. She had no idea what she had just been through. It was terrifying. It was magnificent. It was spiritual.

The two sat there in silence, simply enjoying each other’s embrace. Neither wanted to accept what had happened but the both knew something had to be done.

Once they drifted apart, Bonbon sat beside Lyra waiting for a nurse to pass by. As she stared into the mint green coat and tasseled white mane of her wife she began to recount finding her. Bonbon thought back to the tiny yelp that drew her toward Sweet Apple Acres and when she first found Lyra lying in the dirt. She thought of the sickening milky-green mixture dripping from Lyra’s mouth and how she screamed for somepony to help. She thought of how helpless she felt as she attempted to lift Lyra onto her back. How she came to the realization that there was absolutely nothing she could do for her love. She remembered the wind rushing past her face as she ran toward the farmhouse and the sharp splinters in her haunch by slamming her body against the Apple’s door. She yelled for somepony’s help… anypony’s help. She felt the chill of the evening air as she galloped alongside Big Mac. She glanced at the splint on her hoof gotten from collapsing from exhaustion in front of the hospital. Bonbon began to cry, silently.

“Doctor! She’s awake!”

Lyra was in the hospital for another nine days. Each and every day Bonbon lay beside her. No matter what test had to be run or what psychological screening had to be performed she was there. Each test continually frightened the doctors. They discovered a type of poison in Lyra’s system that no pony had ever encountered before. They had no idea if it had worn off or if it lied dormant inside of her. No pony could figure out where it came from or even its full effects. She had said horrifying things when she was in her coma and no matter what questions they asked Lyra, she stuck to her story. She insisted she was abducted by some sort of alien presence and spent an extended amount of time incased in a glass cylinder.

Each time Bonbon heard that story a tiny piece of her heart tore. She would never leave Lyra though, they love she held for her could never truly be diminished.

The day Lyra checked out she was offered therapy. She declined. She wanted everything behind her. She wanted to make Bonbon’s life as wonderful as possible for putting her through such a terrifying situation. Lyra’s obsession was gone, filled only with the love she held for her wife.

They walked home together, tails entwined. They were starting their lives over again. Lyra never again walked to Sweet Apple Acres; instead she played for Bonbon. Bonbon quit her job and began making candies out of her home so she could be closer to Lyra.

They went on like that for four years, four years exactly. They had put everything behind them and never expected anything to catch up with them. On the fourth year anniversary Lyra did not awaken with Bonbon as she usually did. Lyra never awoke.

No pony ever discovered the cause of Lyra’s death.

The autopsy found nothing at all.

Seven years later Bonbon stood behind the counter of her sweets shop, a weary expression on her face.
Her ear perks to the jingle of somepony entering through the store doors. She sighs to herself as a pony with a lavender coat and an olive green mane strolls up to the counter.

"Welcome to Bonny's Best, anything interest you sir?"

The pony cocked his head and gazed at Bonbon, wide eyed. His breathing devolved into short, quick gasps.

"CHOOOOOOOOCOLAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!!"

The End.