by Ash Breyer » Tue Feb 27, 2018 6:22 am
Ivy walks through the dense forest, she knows exactly where she is, since she had been playing in those woods since she was a foal, but at the same time she felt lost. With every hoofbeat, every heartbeat, her mind became more and more lost in her emotions and in the fact that she was truly alone. Ivy didn't think, not from that moment on, not a single word fell through her thoughts, she was moving, walking, breathing, living, but she was numb. She didn't feel her body moving, though she knew she was, she came to a small stream fed pond, she leaned down to take a drink, but not feeling her own body, not knowing what it was doing, she fell in head first, still, numb, she didn't understand what was happening, maybe, she didn't care, the pond was much deeper than it appeared, so deep a horse could sink to the bottom and never be seen. For the first time in hours she had a thought, the voice in her head, call it what you will, a conscious, her self conscious mind. She floated underwater, slowly sinking, and then, the thought appeared. "Breathe" her powers of mind manipulation sometimes meant losing her own self consciousness, this was dangerous, being that anything could happen, she stared at the blue water, and she looked down, seeing the pitch darkness she was falling into, she saw the light above her, another thought formed inside her head, she remembered a conversation she had with her sister long ago, perhaps forgotten, forgotten on purpose, blocked out, but it was back, she remembered herself saying, " I feel like I'm drowning, all the time, like I'm holding my breath, after you hold your breath for a few minutes, there's a calm sensation in your brain, its like, complete peace, and for those few moments, its okay, your going to be alright, but then, your head starts pounding, like your inner voice, is beating on the walls of your brain, wake up, wake up, but you can't, by then you've lost cognitive power, its over. Then the reflex kicks in, you inhale, your last breath of hope, but before the reflex, some just inhale, the poundings over, so is everything else, your just, gone, and everything is calm." but then, her sister said " What if you hold off, until the reflex" all I could say is "What's the point, the reflex will kick in anyways, why not end the pain sooner." but her optimistic sister, just said to her " But what if you hold off, just until the reflex, doesn't that give you more time? More time to... think? More time to be rescued." These thoughts went through her mind like lightning, all at once, and she heard her sisters voice, one, last time, almost as if from the grave, since she could never recall her speaking the word. " Breathe " A hundred emotions all at once, she could see herself floating there, "Breathe Ivy! Breathe!" Ivy Gasped for air, and she woke up, next to the pond, her heavy breathing taking over, she couldn't think, not for awhile, she had already thought to much, to long, she gained her strength, but didn't stand, she laid back down there, by the bank of the pond, gathering enough strength to form a thought, "How did I get here" There wasn't a question, it was a statement. Maybe not how did I get here, to this place, or rather, this life. Think about that. "How did I get here."