Chapter 1

Well, living in an area where it rains 150 days of the year, cloudy 201 days of the year, and at a peak, only 93 partly-cloudy days of the year.

 

So yeah, you could say I'm used to wet weather. This happens to be helpful in this situation.

 

Last night, apparently, I did something. I don't really remember what, though. Drinking? Drugs? I don't know. College is crazy, dude. But I doubt it was drugs. The only drug I've ever had was weed, but really, is it a drug? It's legal and whatnot. Maybe I got so drunk I did something else. Maybe I'mm trippin' right now

 

It would explain a lot of things right now.

 

Like for one, I'm lying on the ground covered in mud, staring at one of the most colorful cities ever. Honestly, who came up with these colors?

 

Maybe it's a town? I'm not so sure. I don't know a lot of things, it looks like.

 

I can't really see anything, it seems like it's a little past midnight?

 

Again, I'm not so sure.

 

Looking around at my situation, I realize that nobody else is out here. Surprising, isn't it?

 

Seem's like I ask a lot of retorical questions, don't I?

 

For some reason, my hands feel numb. Were my friends stupid and dip them in water again? They know it doesn't work like that, or at all, in that matter.

 

I try moving around to no actual progress, only being able to flip over to my back, a sharp pain from the left side.

 

Imagine someone stabbing a needle on a side of your back. It's like that times a million bajillion. I guess that number just makes sense to me.

 

My eyes started to tear up. I want to fight it, but for some reason I just couldn't.

 

I started to cry, with it eventually crescendoing up into a wail.

 

I thrashed about. Why am I so intense about this? It's just... a little pain.

 

I hear a door open behind me, followed by a small gasp. I could feel myself being lifted up, embraced by something warm. Whoever it was, they had a nice jacket. It was soft.

 

Then I started to actually try to think. Why was I being lifted? How?

 

I looked around some more, seeing something I never would thought I would see.

 

A fucking horse. A fucking brown horse.

 

Brown isn't too shocking, I guess.

 

I started to push myself away from this /thing/.

 

She shushed and set me down on the floor of her house, coming back with a towel, wrapping it around me.

 

"It's okay... It's going to be okay..." She cooed to me. I feel like I've heard those words before.

 

I squirmed and for once, started to focus on things. For one, I was tan.

 

Two, I was a pony.

 

By now I was just inhaling and exhaling at an extreme speed.

 

The bigger pony, who I saw was grey, rubbed me with the towel. It didn't really clean me, as it just made me dry.

 

My breathing slowed down. I wasn't so sure if I was starting to faint, or fall asleep.

 

All I knew was that things went black.