In Stitches

Rainbow Dash awoke, and the nightmare was finally over. She let out a relieved breath from her nose.
"It's over" she thought "Oh; thank Celestia, it’s over." She opened her eyes. No light came, nothing came. She blinked a few times; still nothing. Terror filled every vein of her existence. She screamed out but the sound was only in her head, her lips sealed by some unknowable force. For the second of many times she could taste blood. The feeling of something flowing over her tongue awakened a roaring, angry stomach which, 'til now, was forgotten. She screamed again into her mind trying to move her limbs, and finding them to be unresponsive. Another shrill cry echoed around her head. She began to roll, having lost her balance on the rock. Her limbs burned with every little movement that she made. She painfully tumbled down the side of a jagged cliff face, bringing rocks and material of all shapes and sizes with her. She was hit over the head with something that dazed her and, for a moment, she forgot where she was.
The next thing she could remember, she was dangling from the rope tying her back hooves together. She had never felt so much pain in her life. She tried to remember how all of this happened, but the last thing she could remember was falling asleep in a tree on a hot summer day in Ponyville. Remembering her pain, she felt tears flow dripping off her face to the ground below. It wasn't the image itself that caused her pain, but trying to remember anything at all. The only things clear in her mind were from the back of the cart onward. Everything else was a clouded haze.
"Why? Why me?" Rainbow Dash asked herself as she felt the blood going to her head. "What did I do? Is this my fault?" An answer never came. Instead, Dash felt herself somehow getting lower, as if her bonds were giving way. She could hear a loud snapping noise from above. Whatever was holding her in the air was quite definitely giving way. She cried to herself getting ready for the inevitable. The branch gave way. She could feel the limbs of trees scraping over her body; hear the snap of twigs and the rustle of leaves. With a hard jolt, she stopped. However, she was not on the ground like she expected. On the very tips of her front hooves, Dash could feel the ground. It was soft, not a hard sheet of earth like she had come to expect, but like a bed of pine needles. She, although still blind, found that she had more control of her body now. Her fore hooves were responding to commands even if only a little. All that she wanted now was to be on the ground again, to be able to recover, even if just a little. She tried to lift herself up to untie the knots holding her in the tree, but the rope had other plans. She heard another loud snap and she fell to the ground on her back. She lay on her back with tears in her eyes as her mind, out of exhaustion, gave out. Dash was dead to the world, sleeping on the forest floor.