The voices tell me to do these things...

The door to the office looked intimidating after moving to Ponyville from Manehatten. Honestly, she had known that her old therapist had been glad to be rid of her, but her twin insisted that her to stay on her medication. Her episodes have gotten worse, making her more violent that usual. Something had to be done.

Unsure of what to expect, Flare cautiously clopped in and looked around the office. She shivered to think that her lithium would possibly need to be increased. Perhaps, so much that Celia would never talk again. Ever. Such a thought made Flare's heart race.

With a deep breath, she said softly, "Hello?"