Rebirth.

I... What... What in the fucking world. Please tell me I'm dead, don't tell me I'm a mother fucking pony. And I knew this Forrest looked familiar, this is the Forrest from my little pony. I mean this would be every bronys dream to wake up in Equestria and be a pony. I mean I wouldn't consider myself a brony but I really love the show. but I'm dead so why the fuck does it matter. Or at least I think so. I can't even remember what happened after the accident come to think about it. All I remember now was that I got hit. By a semi. Maybe I still am alive, maybe I am still unconscious on the wheel. But wait, I remember waking up and getting out of the car. I am dead I have to be. These contradictory thoughts raced through my mind.

But while i was having an argument with myself, pain struck me, hard. I was unbearable. I don't get it. Am I in like limbo, or purgatory of sorts? But I'm in Everfree forest, and I'm a pony. What type of fucking limbo would that be?

Pain came back, except with a realization to boot. I realized that this could be like those fanfics about mlp I used to read. It was like where those humans would be teleported to Equestria. I remember one where a kid got run over a truck, and he woke up in Equestria.

But how in the fuck is that possible. It's just a show. There really inst such a thing as Equestria or mlp, it's just a show.

Just as I thought that, a final sweep of pain hit me, as a sort of knock out blow, and I passed out.

I awoke several hours later, or guessing around that timeframe because it was now morning. I was still here. I was still in Everfree Forrest, still in Equestria. Still a pony. Maybe I was right about the fanfic all along. Maybe the accident teleported me here. How and why I still ponder, but this doesn't seem like a dream. Dreams don't normally cause pain, and I would take out the option of being in heaven or hell simply because this isn't what it would be like. Or at least not what I would hope it would be.

I chuckled a little bit after that thought. But even that hurt, why does everything fucking hurt.

I wanted to get up, I wanted to move, but I still was paralyzed.

"If I don't get up, I will die here too." I said with understanding.

I must move. It will be my only goal, and I must accomplish it. I have to, I don't want to die, not again. I figure I'm probably dead on earth anyways so this is my only life left I'm guessing. For whatever reason I am here it must be good.

Back to the movement I thought. I am going to have to try as hard as a pony can to move. Hmm maybe I have wings, that would help so much. I looked over. Nope, no wings. How saddening. Well maybe I have magic. I looked up to see if I had a horn, didn't have that either. Fantastic.

"Well that's just great, I guess I am going to have to move without wings or magic." I angrily stated.

Well lets take a crack at moving. I looked at my arms first, like last time, and I tried as hard as I can to focus movement there.

Nothing. Com'on you can do this mike. I kept trying and finally I got a hoof to work. But it was my bottom hoof. Not the right one but ill accept that. I tried my other hooves, and success I got another. I just have to keep trying to do this.

After about a long period of pep talks and little movement of each hoof, I got them to move in unison. All I have to do is roll over and try to stand. I rolled to my side and pushed down with my hooves. Progress. I pushed up with the other two hooves and pushed myself to stand. Nice i'm standing!

But right as I sad that pain hit my chest.

"Ugggg fuckk" I yelled.

Why in the hell is pain a reoccurring bitch? Pushing past the pain, I took my first steps. I felt like a baby, taking his first steps. I started getting it, and progressing speed. I was a natural once I got it down.

But now the next problem was finding my way out of this horrid Forrest.

"Which direction should I go?" I pondered. I didn't have time to sit and make up my mind, I had to go by my gut. I'm going south. I started to head south, and I hoped to god that it was the best choice. Sometimes your gut is right, sometimes is the worst thing you could you follow. If I go the wrong way I probably would end up lost and dead, if I went the right way I would make it to Ponyville. If I made it there I think they would be able to help me. I tripped up a couple of times when I felt pain, but other than that I was making a steady pace. I wonder how far out I am. Hoping for the best I kept walking.

Trees, trees every-fucking-where. But I felt like I was getting close to Ponyville. The thickness of the trees decreased and more free land. I stopped for a sec to rest and catch my breath. My lungs hurt like crazy. But I know I can't stop for long because I have to get help.

Stop everything! I hear something, at least it sounded like somebody was speaking. I listened and listened, but I heard nothing this time.
"I got my hopes up for noth-"

"Twilight dear, what flowers are we looking for again?" Spoke a familiar but distant voice.

"They are called white lion, because they are a distant a part of the dandilio-" another pony explained but got cut off.

"Twilight just tell me what they look like Hun, I don't need an explanation." Said the voice.

"Oh sorry, they are white with yellow dots on the petals." The other pony explained.

I got up as quick as my body allowed me and made haste to where the voices were coming from. I knew I was getting closer, cause I could hear them walking. Please god, I hope it's who I think it is.

I got to the path they were walking in, but pain hit me to the ground. I collapsed immediately. NO! Not now please! I screamed in my head.
I tried to vocalize my pain to them so they could hear me and help but nothing came out. Finally with all my power in me I bellowed

"Please somebody help me!"