The Room

by viper203

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark
Length: 1001

I don't know where I am, how I got here, or even who I am.

I don't know where I am, how I got here, or even who I am.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-28 01:15:32 UTC

Eternity

    My eyes opened and I took in my surroundings. The room was white. There was a small metal desk, a sink, a toilet, and a small TV in the upper left corner of the room. I was laying on a small bed. I got up and looked at the door. There was no knob, just a small, square mirror in the center. behind me, at the back wall, was a large mirror covering the wall. On the desk was a book, titled "The Words in the Water".

      I  opened the book to page one and started reading, but quickly lost interest. I tossed the book the book aside and realized something. I was trapped in here. The door wasn't a choice. How could I get out? Why was I Even here? I wanted answers. Where the hell was I?

"Hello?" I asked, hoping someone would respond.

Nothing.

     I lade back onto the bed, and closed my eyes. I rustled around for hours before I fell asleep. Once I did though... Oh god, The dreams. I couldn't comprehend the terror and horror of my dreams. I woke up covered in sweat. tears ran down from my cheeks. I lade there for hours. After that I started doing exercises. That was my day for a few weeks. every once in a while I would get food. Nothing really happened. But slowly, things changed. I started hearing voices. barley at first. Then they got louder, and more demanding. That was just the beginning though. Then were the hallucinations. Slowly, I got ideas, ideas for escape, ideas for suicide. One day, something was slid under the door besides food. It was a small cube. with eyes, and a tag that read : Companion". I heard it humming, and picked up the cube. It was singing faintly. Old folk tunes, country, rock. It just sang. I liked it.

     I lost track of time after the first week, but I knew it had been a while. The cube got louder every day. One day, I just got an impulse to do something. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My crimson coat. my white and blue striped mane. my scarlet eyes. I, for literally no reason, turned around and bucked the mirror with all my force. The mirror shattered. I stood shocked as I saw what was behind it. It was a room, made of concrete. there was a desk, and two chairs.Standing staring at me were two mares. one white, and the other green. I looked at them, and my expression turned from confusion to pure anger, hatred, and blood lust. I pounced on the white one, and with all my mite, bit down on here throat. I herd a Very satisfying noise as my teeth pierced her neck. I pulled back, bringing a chunk of her neck back. I watched in delight as she sputtered and gasped for air, then collapsed and died. I spit out the chunk of her neck, and a very large grin formed in my blood stained mouth.

       The green mare stared at me in horror.

"Hello, Bitch!" I screamed as I charged her. I knocked her to the ground and and starting hitting her face. I kept on hitting and hitting. I heard whimpers and crunches as bone broke, but I didn't stop. I just punched her for almost ten minutes. When I stopped my hooves were pale pink and crimson. I laughed, and applauded myself. I looked at  the door across the room. I slowly trotted towards it. I reached the door and pushed it it opened. I was almost free. I navigated my way though the halls and reached the exit.   A gigantic fucking grin spread across my face as I stepped through the doors, and looked out at my playground of a world. I was free to do anything I pleased. I was going to take out my revenge. I  held the music cube and laughed.

                  I strolled down a path and turned to see the building I'd left. It was named "Ponyville Asylum". Oh, So thta's where they put me. I thought, angered at the though of me being insane. Frankly, I think that other ponies are insane. It's a dog eat dog and we should live for ourselves. Nopony understands my way of thinking and they brand me insane. I'm messed up in the head because I'm different. It's a horrible thing.

          I looked at the town before me. I looked at all the ponies and thought about the things I could do to them. I laughed, and skipped along my way to nearest hotel. I climbed up to an empty room and climbed into the bed, and slept. But I still had the nightmares, and I woke up at midnight. I heard ponies talking outside. I rushed to the minibar, and grabbed a bottle of vodka. The door opened and a stallion and mare walked in. I stared at them and said " Hello, My name's Desert rose. and you're about to die!" I charged at the stunned couple and slammed the bottle against the stallion's face, knocking him out. The bottle shattered, and I used the the shattered half I held and stabbed the mare in the neck, causing her to collapse. I stomped the stallion's head into a pulp then headed to the fire escape. I climbed to the roof and looked over the edge to the ground 80 feet below.  It was quite a drop. I was an earth pony, so I couldn't fly. I sat at the edge and hummed to the tune the cube was singing. Slowly, I realized something. I never picked the cube up. I was hallucinating. But that meant- Oh Celestia. I took in a deep breath, and as the grin on my face faded, I jumped off the roof. You know, I went to court once. for murder. I was found not guilty by cause of insanity. But really, do I seem insane?