Diary of a Former Psychopath

By: MeowMadness

Entry #1

I never knew how I got here in the first place. In a comfy white room with a shirt that restrain my hooves so I wouldn't scratch that itch. I have no idea; they just say that I'm just some guy who needs help as ponies say it. Others say I'm the psychotic murderer who has finally been put into this hole. The doctors just say that I'm going through a process of rehabitation.

Rehabitation of what? I'm not insane I assure you, I am completely not crazy or loony. It's been so long since I first gotten here, how long was that? A year? Two years? A decade? A century? Nope, not a century.

Anyway, it was just a boring old day with little old me in my straitjacket, mumbling to myself about sunshines and rainbows. Actually cross that, I was mumbling about war, famine, Egdar Allen Trot, things that only I would understand. It last for a couple of hours until I started to sing incorherently. I sound drunk yet I didn't get near any alcohol. Probably the drugs the doctors put in my water.

I fall asleep, it was the only thing I could do.....................

As soon as I wake up, I found myself without my straitjacket. I am not in the snow white room anymore but a dull grey one with a mattress in the corner, along with a table. Resting on the table is a journal. As you can see, I am just writing in this journal to express my feelings as you are reading this. Don't ask how I know, I just know....

Hours has pass for me and OH MY CELESTIA, I'M SO BORED!!!

Sure, this is better than being immobile in a room with no color, but this.......... One minute, I was jumping like some crazed lunatic which I am not, and the next I feel like doing nothing........at all.

So, here I am, lying on a mattress, staring at the gray ceiling. Not the best moment of my life. I hear a sound of metal sliding against metal. It was the staff giving out food. I look at my meal for today.

Ah yes, mashed potatoes and salad. I have no idea what to do next. How am I suppose to eat this. Usually, somepony would feed it to me due to the straitjacket. So...........do I just pick it up or do I just lick it off the plate.

Entry #2

I'm having visitors, not the regular ponies or a family member. The doctors or nurses just want to check on me and begin the next "phase" of my rehabitation, therapy.

So far, therapy is not that bad. The doctors just show me portraits that have black paint stains and asked me what it looks like. They all look like butterflies, I hate butterflies. Sometimes, they check on my breathing and pulse. Heh, they think I might turn into a zombie and eat their itty bitty brains.

Entry #9

It became uneventful, therapy is now boring. That was until that day................

I don't know any exact words to write about this but...... I suddenly feel all warm inside. I feel more friendly and it wasn't the drugs this time.

I think this was caused by that nurse, the one with a white coat and pink mane. Every time she goes into my room. I just have the warm, happy feeling. Was it the serenity? Is the she a robot that hypnotizes ponies? And why am I writing questions in this journal?

Entry #13

I can't stop it.... I can't stop thinking of her, the nurse. It's like my mind is automatically focusing on her. I feel no boredom or anything.........I felt lonely......why? I have no idea. My heart feels empty, depression washes over me. I feel like I'm missing something.

I'm back to my old self, staring at the ceiling and not giving a damn to the world.

And as the door of my room opens, I suddenly feel happy again. That serenity washes back into me. Why do I feel like this? What are these feelings?

Entry #15

So this is what I have been feeling for the whole time, love. So love is the warm fuzziness I have experienced. I never heard of such a word. Maybe that's because I have been here for a long time. The next time I see the nurse, I'm going to ask for her name. What? That idea doesn't sound stupid at all.

Entry #43

It has been a long time. The nurse had finally came by and I had asked for her name. She said that her name is Redheart. Such a nice name for such a beautiful pony.

Entry #51

It is night and I hear shouting and howling. Following such sounds were growls and snarls. Even though I am in a room with a metal door. I feel something is out there to get me. I check through the door slit to see anything. Nothing but the light from the full moon, which is seen through the window on the other side from my door. I hear more sounds. I immediately jump back into my mattress..........I just want the sounds to stop.

Entry #75

The doors suddenly open. Dozens of strangers ran through the halls crackling like mad ponies. I see the doctor and nurses gave chase towards them. I slowly got out of my room, I smell smoke. I look the the left to see fire down the hall. I just want to stare at the flames and stand there but that didn't happen. Instead, a group of the strangers went after me, I ran. I want to be away from this madness.

I see a hole on a nearby wall, it led to outside. I don't know how it came there but it seems to be my only escape from these crazies chasing me. I jump, landing with a soft thud.

The outside looks so different. There's grass all over the place and there's a forest a few feet away. I went up and ran into the forest.