Don't You Dare Tell a Soul

Chapter 2: Surrounded by "her" mirrors

I feel sick.

Before I can even take in my surroundings I am overcome with this feeling. It feels as if I haven't eaten for days to the point that my stomach is desperately trying to latch onto to the nothingness within before swallowing itself up whole. That at any moment it feels as if my stomach could burst and it's acids would melt me from the inside out. Dramatics aside, I do my best to ignore the feeling and act as if it isn't there, it's not like this is the first time I've had to act like this pain doesn't exist.

After taking a second to breathe, I look around to see piercing flourescent lights and, myself. Lots of myself, me's from every angle, all looking at me with the same shock I'm feeling. It doesn't take more than two seconds for me to realize they're mirrors, of course they are, there can't be more than one of me. I am caught off gaurd by the fact that I am surrouding by nothing but mirrors on all fronts however. It's unlike anything I've seen before, Im standing on a mirror, the low-hanging roof is a mirror, each wall is a mirror all there is here is mirrors except for the lights built into the ceiling that are changing colors at every given second.

I decide to walk forward, trying to avoid staring at any of my reflections for longer than neccessary and find that I've been walking for much longer than I had initially anticipated before unitentionally walking into one of the glass walls. I grunt in mild pain and stare at the Rarity in front of me and the condensation mark on the wall from my muzzle, ignoring the fact that the shift in pace has caused the sinking feeling in my gut to rumble through my core to my head, making me feel warm and dizzy at the same time. I look from side to side noticing that one of the me's seems to be farther away than the other one, so I decide to press forward in that direction.

Blue to green to purple to pink to orange to yellow to blue again the lights flash violently, each one growing brighter than the last. I push forward, quickening my pace in hopes of finding a way out. As I walk I begin to notice the way that a crease down the middle of the mirror before me forms suddenly and watch as two paths materializ in from what was once a single stagnant mirror. The pathways appear to be more of the same with mirrors every where the eye could see, I choose the right without putting any more thought into it than neccessary.

It's then that I hear something. The sounds that had previously resided in this space that were nothing other than the thudding of my own steps shift as I began to hear a faint yet montonous bass drum beating every half second. Unlike the blinding lights overhead or the burning sensation from within that grows ever more present with each passing moment, the beating of the drum is inconsistent in its force and volume. As if an inexperienced drummer is playing it in a room on the other side of the wall.

The mirrored walls remain consistent in their makeup now, just one long corridor I find myself walking down. That is until I reach an opening into a more spread out area with no apparent exit. The roof is still hanging low to the floor and only a couple of feet from the top of my head, and each surface is still reflective glass. But now I appear to be in a room rather than a corridor, a room that takes up a roughly hexigonal shape, I turn around to see that the hall that I had found myself in to be gone now, a mirror where it once. A dull panic sets within as I now realize that I am stuck in this room with no way out.

I take a deep breathe as I pace towards the mirror in front of me and begin to walk alongside it, desperate to not let my side leave the glass wall. Hoping to find the opening to another pathway that I may have previously missed but to no avail. I am unsure if I circed the room just once or ten times but I am certain that this is it, I'm trapped here with no way of escaping. Surprisingly I find the panic that I had latched onto upon my initial discovery start to dissipate as I'm overcome with the surging pain in my gut. I can't find the space in my head to think about anything else but wonder what is going on within my inner workings. I need to sit, to relieve my legs from the weight they are carrying, so I do just that.

My body collides to the ground, and I swear I blink out of consciousness for just a moment, the lights above turning into constellations for a second before I regain a sense of mobility. I crawl towards the closest wall or for better words, the crease where two walls meet, and rest my back there. It feels nice resting my aching back in the crook of the cold glass, almost as if it cradles me. The mirrors on the opposite side of the room are too far away for me to truly get a good view of my reflection, to which I consider to be a blessing. The pain has lessened just a bit as I rest my body, though now it is fully prominent in every part of my being from my hooves to the tip of my horn. I can still hear the bass drum off somewhere, it may have gotten quiter, but its hard to tell. The lights refuse to give up though, I'm not sure my eyes will recover, even when they are closed I can still see each color blinding me through my thin eyelids.

It's starting to feel as if I can't move, though that may just be because I have been sitting for a while now, it feels like my whole body is going numb and losing the ability to move, the same way it does whenever I begin to fall asleep. Maybe that's whats happening, I have been walking for a while now, it probably wouldn't hurt to take a nap for a bit. There's no way to leave, which means that there is no way for anything else to enter, so I don't have to worry about something getting me while I'm most vulnerable. I should probably worry about potentially running out of air, as there appears to be no ventilation here, but I'm starting to find myself too tired to care.

I will most likely be fine, when have I never most likely been fine, I think to myself as my eyes seal themselves shut and fully lose feeling in my physical being.