Thoughts of Mercy

Thoughts of Mercy

Glittershy's Story Part 4

So my mom, Glittershy, and I went to that mare psychiatrist, T. Lily. Her office building turned out to be her house. When I first looked at her actual office where she talks with her patients, I almost expected there to be skeletons hanging down from the ceiling. It was that creepy! Suddenly, a big black bug fell down from the ceiling! "AGH!!!" I shrieked.

"It's just a spider, Fluttershy. Seriously, just calm down," my mother said, rolling her eyes. I nodded, but still, what if it's poisonous? What if it bites me? It would take more than my mother's words to make me better.

T.Lily came in, sat down, and gestured for Glittershy to sit in a chair across from her. She asked her questions about stuff, and blah blah blah. Finally, she came to her conclusion. "Glittershy," T. Lily said, "you have mild depression." No one said anything.  I have to say, none of us were surprised. Glittershy had lately acted, well, depressed. My mom payed T. Lily for her services, and we were about to leave when the psychiatrist shouted, "Wait! Here's some medicine you can try." T. Lily gave her, my mother thanked her, and we left. We got to our house, and we just spent the rest of the day doing nothing.

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The next day, my mom went to the pharmacy to get some of the depression medicine. She told me to go to my (only) friend's house, Rainbow Dash, while Glittershy stayed home. I think my mom thinks that her "disease/virus" is contagious and I might "catch it", and I wanted to stay with Glittershy and comfort her, but, I didn't want to argue.

I told Dashie about how Glittershy was sick, but she didn't want to listen. She wanted to tell me about how the Wonderbolts were having a show next week in Canterlot, so I let her. Apparently, she wanted to go, but her parents wouldn't let her since they were both busy with work, and they thought she was too young to go somewhere by herself. She kept on ranting, and ranting, and ranting, and I listened, and listened, and listened.. Finally, she paused for breath, and I said, "Glittershy's depression is really weird and she-"

But Rainbow said, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Glittershy is depressed." Then she muttered, "Whatever that means." I tried to tell her what it meant, but she cut in and continued talking about the Wonderbolts. "So anyway, I'm trying to convince them, but they've got their minds set on having their own way. I mean, they should stop being so stubborn!" Hypocrite, I thought.

Dash kept on ranting on and on, until I finally said quietly, "Rainbow, I need to go now." She didn't hear me, so I said loudly (which isn't very loud), "Um, Rainbow, I need to go!" She looked a bit surprised that I had interrupted her, but said, "Oh. All right. Bye." I waved bye and flew back home. When I was about to go in my house, I heard some crying. It was so sad and pathetic, I felt sad. I went to my room, and I heard Glittershy sobbing in hers. I wanted to make her feel better, but I thought it might make her feel worse. I sighed, and decided to sing one of my favorite songs, "Dark Side" by Kelly Canterson. It matched my mood.

"There's a place that I know. It's not pretty there, and few have ever gone. If I show it to you now, will you run away? Will you stay, even if it hurts? Even if I push you out, will you ever return? And remind who I really am, please remind me who I really am."

"Everybody's got a dark side. Do you love me? Can you love mine? Nobody's picture perfect, but we're worth it. You know that we're worth it. Will you love me? Even with my dark side? Like a diamond from black dust, it's hard to know what it can become if you give up. So don't give up on me. Please remind me who I really am.

"Everybody's got a dark side. Do you love me? Can you love mine? Nobody's picture perfect, but we're worth it. You know that we're worth it. Will you love me? Even with my dark side?

After I finished the chorus, I sighed again. I wish that life was picture perfect. Everything would be fine. I flopped onto my bed, and fell asleep.