August 13th (9 days after actual event)- Dear, Diary I don't know what's happening to me, i've been bad, and I don't know what to do.
I think I killed somepony. A filly. I can't remember too well, and I don't want to either, but I think it was a week ago, the memories seem to fade away faster than I thought was possible. I think I need to throw up now, even with these homemade drugs i'm sticking myself with, the idea of me killing somepony in cold blood still makes me feel a bit sick.

Okay I feel a bit better now, but now the memory is back, but that's all that's in my head besides my name. I don't have a life, no family, no past, only my present, and even that barely. Sometimes I think about ending it, but I can never do it, there's always an unseen force that stays my hoof.
I'm also pretty sure that I need physical help too, aside from the tumbles i've taken in the forest, there's my injuries from... that night... two broken ribs, with one that almost certainly healed wrong, broken teeth, and my.. my. Oh sweet luna it hurts. Make it stop please.

It was morning in the everfree forest, and dim light filtered through the dense leaves of the trees above the cottage, spreading a warm glow across the dirt floor of Ginger's small shack, and as the sunrise progressed, onto Ginger herself who lay curled into a ball, with her damaged wing beneath her.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and sat up in bed, blinking in the bright light of the morning sun. It was early, she could tell that. Maybe 7:00, or 8:00 in the morning. Still groggy from a lack of sleep, she rolled out of bed onto the floor and walked over to the other window to let some air in as well as some light, but was halted by a wrench of pain from her chest. A twinge of pain flickered across her features, but it was only momentary. "Damn ribs" Ginger thought.

She was strong, but not immune to pain, and the pain would come, it would come. She stretched out a hoof to flip open the latch, but was interrupted by another twinge from her ribs. Heaving a sigh of sadness and defeat, she abandonded the task.
A roiling anger bubbled up from inside her. "Son of a bitch" she cursed. "I can't even do simple shit like open a bucking window!"

Then it was gone, and Ginger was left swaying on her hooves. Suddenly she became aware of a ravenous hunger gnawing at her stomach. "Well, I gotta eat something" she said, and heaved another sigh.

Turning to face the counter, she opened the rough wooden door of a small,(and like everything else) crudely built cabinet, from which she withdrew a small amount of gathered fruits, and such, and scraped them into a makeshift bowl of leaves.

Lowering her head, she began to eat, trying to block the horrible memories from last night's dream from her already throbbing mind, trying to forget the pain of her cauterized wing, the fact she would never fly again, and the foal, yes, that poor foal, which she had so brutally murdered without cause.

Tears rolled down Ginger's cheeks, as she struggled to drown her sorrows in the meager amount of food she had scraped together.

No, she couldn't forget, she wouldn't.
Ginger gave a gasp as she felt her other side, the bloodthirsty, insane monster inside her mind pulling violently at a short mental leash.

"Don't forget!" it screamed at her "ha the look on that foal's face when you killed her. ha ha ha, priceless" Fear and weakness it was, yes fear and weakness"

The thing was now in a state of uncontrollable laughter, and rolling around clutching its sides. "Don't ever forget!"

"No!" Clapping both hooves to her head, Ginger curled into a shaking ball on the floor sobbing and begging, "please make it stop, please, oh Celestia help me please."
Thankfully, she blacked out.

Drip, drip, drip. Ginger's eyelid's fluttered open, and she became dimly aware of her surroundings. She was lying on the floor of her hut in a puddle of water. Feeling like she had been bashed repeatedly in the stomach by a large iron hoof, she began to look up and around for the source of the wetness.
A small gap in the slats of the roof proved to be the problem, and she realized that it was raining. And also that it was night. Momentarily, Ginger felt she would get up and fix it, but then it came back. The screaming voice, the creature in her head, and the laughing, the terrible laughing which had caused her to make a habit of passing out.

"No!" she screamed, but it was only in her head. what escaped her lips was little more than a strangled whisper.
Ginger quickly struggled to her hooves, ignoring the firey pain that seared over her ribs, only to be greeted by a wave of sickness, and she felt her stomach give an upheaval.

Not wanting to get sick in her home again, she staggered in awkward lurching steps twords the door, and buffeted her way past it into the cold night air. Collapsing into the wet grass she vomited up the little amount of food she had eaten, and dry heaved several times before she got herself under control.

As she lay shivering in the cold rain, a voice cold and hard spoke, breaking the silence. "You must pay for what you have done murderer."

Ginger gasped, and looked up into the stony face of princess Luna. She tried to get up, and run, but Luna had thought ahead, and bound her with magic.
All she was able to do was whimper softly, even as a black hoof collided with her skull, and she rembered nothing more.

"She's a murder Celestia, why can't you see that!?"

Ginger awoke to shouting voices, and found herself in a barred cell, wearing an iron collar connected to a long chain which in turn was bolted to the stone wall. Her head throbbed like it had been crushed in a vise, and she struggled to gather her thoughts.

Then she remembered luna, and the blow to the head, and it all came rushing back. The foal, the explosion, her wing, the pain of knowing, knowing what she had done.
She opened her mouth, and gave a tortured scream that echoed throught the stone passageway.

The shouting stopped, and the clatter of hoofbeats echoing through the passageway's stone walls grew louder, and louder until Princesses Luna and Celestia appeared, followed closely by two guards. There was a rattling sound as the cell door slid to the side and both princesses stepped in.

Seeing Luna stirred something dark in her brain, and Ginger felt control slipping from her. "No!" she managed to say weakly, before her brain snapped again. Once again, all weariness fell, and she was filled with a bloodthirsty rage towards the night princess.

Jumping up, she dove at Luna, eyes glowing bright red in the shadows of the cell but the chain pulled Ginger short, making her miss the mare's neck and pulling her to the stone floor. Both Luna, and Celestia cried out in shock and took a step back, but Ginger was too quick, swinging out a hoof, she tripped Luna and sank her teeth into her calf.

Luna screamed in pain and toppled over. Sweet blood flooded Ginger's mouth as she sucked on the wound.
Celestia's horn glowed as she prepared to cast a spell, but the guards were faster. Ginger felt her mouth being wrenched open so far, that white hot pain filled her vision, and she added her own scream to the mix of shouts.
Then it was over, and her mind was back to normal.

Luna's face was contorted in a mixture of pain and rage, as her horn glowed a dark blue. "Little whelp, thou shalt pay the price for thine insolence!" She bellowed in her top of the line Royal Canterlot Voice.
Her horn glowed brighter, as Ginger was lifted into the air.

"Luna?" Celestia asked with a note of fear in her voice. There was no reply, except heavy breathing. "Luna put her down."
Still no reply. "Luna, if you don't put her down, I'll have to-"
But what she would have to do never escaped her lips. Luna whirled around with a rightious anger burning anger in her eyes, and she struck out at her sister.

"No Tia!" She shouted. Her eyes were completely purple now glowing like bonfires in the darkness.
"As for you" she said turning back to Ginger who was writhing in midair, "hurt."

"It was such a simple word" Ginger thought, but only seconds later the pain hit her like a load of steel bricks. She couldn't even scream the pain was so intense, so she did the next best thing, and began to cry, the tears rolling down her cheeks burning like droplets of fire.

"This is it" she thought, "I'm going to die, and she closed her eyes to accept her fate.

Author's Note

Yeesh, finally! Again, hope you enjoyed this chapter more or less, but if you like this story, I have dissapointing news, (sorry). Though I have almost the whole story written out on paper, the next chapter is gonna be a long time comin because of its length. If you don't like this story, BUCK YOU!
It took me alot longer than I thought it would to finish this chapter, but it got here didn't it?