The Day My Life Ended (Editing)

Chapter Thirty: Darcy Anderson (Revised)

My body fucking hurts. Like it really fucking hurts. Fucking Storyline, whenever she does magic it packs a punch. Seriously.

"Oww." I snapped my eyes shut. The pain stayed. Even weirder, my eyes didn't feel like plastic anymore. They squished when I shut them. I loosened up. The eyelids relaxed naturally. Bright light squinted through my flesh.

"Hey, hey, remember what she said! Give her space!" Is that-?! No way. There's no way.

I squeezed my eyes again. The light vanished. Skin moved over my eyes. It's skin. Real, human skin.

"But she's hurt!"

"It's the same hurt as earlier."

"Rainbow Dash!"

"It is! She even said she was fine!"

"She said that when she fell out of a tree yesterday."

I blinked. The bright lights were a lot like the ones from the storage room. My doll eyes could handle anything. These human ones can't take shit. My vision is fucking immaculate.

But I haven't had flesh eyeballs in six years. Not that I noticed the six years, it's hard to notice things when you're dead. To exist in an abstract void of nothingness until somebody brings you back to life. So I tried sitting up.

"Wait-" Somebody jumped up to meet me. It's a teenager. Worse, one of the classmates that Morgan had. I think. They got her a card so she bragged about it. "Your stitches!"

"My what?" I mumbled. A natural tongue, natural vocal chords. It feels wrong somehow. Was my soul used to plastic toys? That's bullshit. "Ugh." I coughed, hard. Somebody pushed water at me. I took it, chugging it down. "Gaaah, fucking shit. You piece of-fucking author!"

Fluttershy. Or a human girl who dyed her hair pink, wore yellow, and had turquoise eyes. Morgan has gotten desperate for friends.

'The fucking Equestrians fucked up my shit-'

"...Fluttershy?" I asked.

The woman waved, quickly tucking her hand away again.

I turned. A bunch of girls were in my hospital room. Most of them had colorful, distinct haircuts. You can forget that shit. The hairstyles of the Mane Six get burned into your brain.

Two humans were the only solace. Yes, the human friends Morgan had once upon a time. My sister truly had her shit fucked with.

And I wasn't involved. Fuck.

"You all better start being useful." I warned them. "Right now."

They all gawked at me.

"Now!" I snapped.

"Morgan, your eyes-" One of the ponies started.

"What did you just fucking call me?" I growled. None of them spoke then. So I tried climbing out of the bed. "That's it!"

"No!" The humans reached out. The taller one pushed at my shoulder. I grabbed her wrist and forced her back. Her sister caught her. "Morgan what are you-"

Why does she keep getting close to such idiots?! I jumped out of the bed. "Listen here-"

And my body betrayed me. It tightened up. A horrible, sharp pain went out in my stomach. I flopped back down on the hospital bed.

"Shit shit shit-" I squeezed the bedding. My human head pushed down. Curly black hair fell around me in a curtain.

Curly?!

That bitch!

The spell. She used a spell! I didn't register it immediately thanks to the fucking new body. She did this to me. I know she did. That fucking spell! She did magic, and it fucked us up!