Thoughts of Mercy

Thoughts of Mercy

Glittershy's Story Part 3

After all of the drama happened, Glittershy really started to, well, I guess, change. Psychically and mentally. Her grades slipped from A+'s to F's. She went to best student in all of her classes to worst. She lost her sweet disposition and started to become cruel and malicious. Because of all of this(and because of the previous fiasco), she lost all her friends and followers. And because of this, she never wanted to go to school and always pretended to be sick. Our mom never bought the act and always made her go to school, even though sometimes she was a bit pale.

And now for more of her psychical changes. And no, I don't mean puberty. As I said, Glittershy became pale. And she got skinnier and skinnier, until I thought that she was just skin and bones. And I mean literally. Because of this, she got weaker and weaker, so sometimes she could barely get out of bed. When our mom washed her sheets, she sometimes found blood stained all over them. Glittershy always insisted that it was her [Insert the word that is also a punctuation mark that happens to female adolescents, because I'm not going to say, I mean type, it.], but I suspected differently.

One Saturday, my mom yelled for Glittershy to come downstairs for brunch, as it was already 11:30. She hollered, "Glittershy, come down to eat! You can't stay up there forever. This better not be one of your "fits"." When she said the word "fits", it was tinged with a bit of sarcasm as if she didn't care about Glittershy's health at all.

My mom was getting impatient, and called for her again. "Glittershy! Come down here right this instant!" No reply. Suddenly, I heard a groan from Glittershy's room. "Glittershy!" I gasped. I galloped upstairs to check on her. I shoved open her bedroom's door, and looked around her room. Clothes were scattered on the floor(yes, she wore clothes regularly) and her closet was a mess. And she was sprawled on her bed, like she was dead. I gasped again, and rushed to her side to see if she was okay. My mom peered over my shoulder, and said, "She's fine." I didn't think so.

"Fluttershy..." Glittershy moaned.

"Glittershy! Are you okay? You look horrible!"

"Doctor... I need to see a doctor. I'm sick."

I turned to my mom, and looked at her with pleading eyes. Of course, she couldn't resist. She sighed, and announced, "Fine, let's go." I squeed, and lifted Glittershy up on my mom's back. We started to fly towards Dr. Whooves's office.

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We waited anxiously in the Doctor's waiting room, anxiously waiting for Glittershy's name to be called. Finally, we heard Nurse Redheart say to no one in particular, but to the whole waiting room, "Glittershy, please." My family got up, stretched our legs, and followed her to one of those rooms.

Nurse Redheart checked Glittershy's heartbeat, temperature, eyes, ears, and mouth. Then she asked her about her diet and sleep pattern. Glittershy admitted that she hadn't been sleeping or eating much lately. The nurse raised her eyebrows but said nothing. My mom pretended she hadn't heard what she had said and pretended to look for something in her saddlebags. I screamed inside my head.

Nurse Redheart continued to ask Glittershy more questions, then turned to my mom and said, "I'm going to leave, but sit tight. The Doctor should be coming soon." My mom nodded her head, then resumed reading a magazine she had found called Mare Vouge. The nurse left, and we waited for Doctor Whooves to come. My mom continued to read her magazine, I stared at my hooves, and Glittershy studied a poster on the wall about eating disorders. She seemed to be engrossed. We had been waiting for 10 minutes when suddenly, I had a feeling. I opened my mouth to question Glittershy, but the Doctor burst in right before I was going to speak. I sighed and he said in his British accent, "Sorry for making you guys wait so long, I had problems with the TARDIS." When he realized he had told us about the TARDIS thing(whatever it is), he then tried to hypnotize us into forgetting everything he said. My mom sighed and rolled her eyes. Finally, the Doctor gave up.

Doctor Whooves put his glasses on, then stated, "Okay, so which one of you is Glittershy and what's the problem?" Glittershy meekly said, "That's me, and ask Fluttershy what's the matter," as she (obviously) pointed at me with a hoof. I cleared my throat, and said, "Well, lately Glittershy hasn't been sleeping or eating much. Also, she sometimes can barely get out of bed and she gets pale. Like today, she was too weak to even get dressed or do anything! And before she had this problem with these two ponies, she got straight A's. Now she gets straight F's."

The Doctor rubbed his hooves together, then said, "Okay, now what is this "problem" you were talking about? I think that might be what is causing all of this." So, I told him. Glittershy's eyes were starting to tear up, and I thought she might start bawling. Finally, I finished talking, and looked up at Doctor Whooves. He said, "I think I know what the problem is. But, it isn't my business, so you should go to this pony." He shoved a business card into my mom's hooves, and she gave it to me. I looked at it, and saw it said this:

Doctor T. Lily

Psychiatrist

3439 Medical Lane, Ponyville

Then, the Doctor continued, "She'll tell you the problem. Now, good bye!" I had a feeling that this was going to be fun!(not)