Applebloom's P.O.V

I woke up screaming. Again. Doctors rushed in the doors immediately and my sister woke up instantly. Again. The doctors asked the same questions. I always gave them the same answer: silence. They checked me the same way as always and I flinched the same way too. I didn't like them touching my body. It reminded me of... him. There were the same nurses, they were all mares. I'm terrified of stallions. As much as I hate it, I'm wary around my brother too. My own brother... who ran all the way across the town to get help. My own brother who has been with me since I was born. Who defended me and always convinced Granny Smith to go easy on me whenever I got in trouble trying to get my cutie mark. I'm scared of the one stallion I've been around all of my life. Because of one stallion that broke me.

I can't get him out of my head. Whenever I close my eyes, he's there ready to pin me down and rape me again. He's wearing a sadistic grin, laughing and I can't yell for help. Sometimes, though, he's crying. Other times he's touching me, feeling around my body, whispering those same perverted things he said when it was really happening. I felt disgusting when those images flashed in my head, when I heard those sounds. I can still feel the pain in my private parts from that night. He tore me apart. Inside and out. And every day I feel the pain and it reminds me of him. I want him out of my head, but he wont leave.

I haven't left this bed in weeks. This is where I eat, where I sleep, everything. I feel very stiff, but to my disappointment, I'm stuck in this same bed for a couple of months. Then I have to get check-ups regularly because of my foal. I'm stuck in here for a long time, and I hated it. I wish I could go outside. But I can't even trust myself not to freak out. As much as I want to breathe fresh air, the fear of it happening again still lingers.

Sweetie Belle has been helping me a lot through this. She stayed with me as long as possible every day, and never left me during the weekends. She could've left me to be alone in the hospital all of the time. She had a life too. But she took so much time out of her life just to stay with me so I wouldn't be alone. If It weren't for her, I could've died. She's done so much for me and she never stopped. I've grown attached to her over these few weeks and I can tell that she's grown attached to me. We were already good friends before, but I can't help but feel as if there's something more between us. We have a deeper connection now, and I feel it every time she walks in the door. It seems as if the room gets brighter whenever she's here. My heart sinks whenever she leaves. I don't know what I'm feeling, but I kind of like it.

Big Macintosh says that I'll get a therapist whenever I feel more comfortable around other ponies. That's good news, I guess. Another pony to help me out. Maybe I did need to open up some more. But every time I think of it, an image Blue Bolt flashes in my mind, smirking evilly. He just won't leave me alone! I sighed as I continued to stare into space, trying to think of anything but him.

There is no escaping me...

"S-shut up..." I whispered quietly at the voice that had been tormenting me for the past few weeks. It was his voice.

Stop denying it. Once you walk outside that door in front of you, I'll be right there, ready to use your useless body for my own pleasure...

"No... y-you're-"

In jail? Hahahahaha! You just keep thinking that, little filly.

The room got darker. I heard hoof-steps echoing from outside the door. I saw a shadow under it getting closer and closing. The room looked blurry and started to swirl around slowly. The echoes kept getting louder and louder, almost deafeningly loud and I could barely see what was happening. Terror welled up in my chest, threatening to tear it apart and my breathing became fast paced. The darkened surrounded me... I couldn't breathe. The hoof-steps got impossibly louder and faster. It wouldn't stop! I screamed as loud as I could hoping that somepony could just help me.

HELP ME!

Doctor Stable was on his way down the hallway towards the patient that had been brought in a few weeks ago. He was back from his vacation and already had to work somepony else's shift as soon as he was back. Doctor Heart Rate couldn't make it in because of an emergency, and he would have to take care of her patients. He personally didn't like working with foals; they always ruined his equipment and cried too much. His eye had twitched when he saw the name of one of the fillies that visited the hospital the most: Applebloom.

Don't get him wrong, he didn't hate the little filly; she was actually pretty funny, and her enthusiasm brought a smile to his lips. But the things that she been in there for... he shook his head. He wondered what was wrong this time as he looked at the paper held against a clipboard levitating in front of him. He nearly dropped it when he saw what was written on the sheet. The poor filly had been raped and beaten nearly to death. He wondered who was cruel enough to do such a thing to a poor little filly. He stopped as he felt his horn build up some magic and a few red sparks poured from it. He was now almost running to the filly's room. Red sparks meant that a nearby patient's heart monitor was dangerously fast or slow. The sparks would then lead towards the patient in need. He noticed that is magic lead to Applebloom's room.

He rushed into the room, nearly slamming the door open in his panic. He looked at the filly who was covered in enough bandages to almost look like a mummy and tears ran down her face. Her eyes showed fear and... that's it. Other than the fear that were in those wide eyes, they seemed empty. He shook his head and approached her until she screamed and quickly squirmed away from him on the hospital bed. Every movement he made had her flinching and crying harder. He tilted his head. Why was she scared of him?

"What's wrong Applebloom?" He asked her gently, trying not to scare her even more.

"P-please go away..." She whispered, her voice shaking.

He was speechless. What in Equestria...?

"Oh..." I whispered.

She was scared of him because of that stallion. The one that had been in those newspapers. She's the little filly Blue Bolt raped. He should have known as soon as he read the paper.

"Doctor Stable" Nurse redheart burst into the room. "I- oh..." she stopped in her tracks and looked at the stallion that was nearly crying. "Sir, she's terrified in stallions."

"Terrified of me..." He whispered. He hated being feared.

"Of stallions, not just you." Redheart said as she put a hoof around him.

"I can't go near her... I... I can't help her... I'm useless..."

"No, you're not! You couldn't help what happened with you sister and you can't help what's happening with this filly now." She said.

"The whole reason I became a doctor... was to prevent this from happening again..." He said as he began to hyperventilate.

"Go ahead and take a break... or the day off. Just... how about you try and keep your mind off of this for a while, okay?" She soothed.

"Okay." He said emptily as he slowly walked away. When he heard the door close, he glared at the ground below him. "I will find a way to help that filly. I won't be useless like last time." He looked back at the closed door. "Not now... never again."

Author's Notes:

What? You thought this story died? NOPE! It's still in the game!

As usual, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. And I'm sorry it took so long for me to update on this.

By the way, the thing that happened with Doctor Stable will be explained in a separate story.