Insanity is its Own Reward

I don't sleep. He's at the door. I might die tonight. This is it for me, a short life of nineteen years. I've had it good, a nice school, caring friends. And yet I don't want to die I'm not ready yet, I feel like...I should have already accepted my very possible demise. And yet, I'm not ready. I wasn't made to be slaughtered like a pig by some unknown entity. I feel the sun on my face, its beginning to rise. I feel my eyes closing but I will myself awake, I am not going to die!

  I cross over to my saddlebag and pull out my mirror. I've had this since I was just a filly, my dad gave this to me. Or was it my uncle? I forget, that's not the point I know what I'm going to do. I stumble over to my desk, its still covered in Red's notes. I smile at the notes, his tenacity to try to accomplish something so small is refreshing. I look back at the mirror, my reflection looking back at me. My teal eyes are bloodshot from no sleep, and dark circle underlie my eyes. My once well done mane is a mess. How could one night of fear change me so?

  Out of purer instinct I raise the mirror and smash it on the desk. The mirror immediately cracks and a small shard of glass falls to the floor. I throw the mirror aside and pick up the glass with my hoof. I look at the glass intently, I see my own teal eye looking back at me. I am not going to die. I squeeze the glass and feel something warm trickle down my hoof and hear a small plip as if water is hitting the floor. I look at my hoof. Blood. I giggle, I almost forgot ponies had that stuff. The crimson liquid of life, its so...thick

Knock, knock. Again he's been there for hours. Hasn't he?

  The door, its him. It won't be long now, I have to be ready to kill him if I have to. I slowly creep to the door and look through the peephole. And sure enough there he is...that stallion wearing the same black hoodie that Violet had mentioned. I slowly open the door and sneer, it all ends here.

"We meet face to face." I mutter.

  I sneer again and begin laughing, I show him the glass. He backs away a bit and hits the hallway wall behind him. I look at the glass again stained with my blood.

You won't kill me.

  And I lunge at him, while looking into his dark blue eyes.

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To the University of Maressachusetts,

We are sorry to hear about the attack on of your students, Red Flare. We all hope he has a quick recovery from his wounds. Now about your other student Eve. You have requested that she be put in our hospital for treatment. Of course before we could treat her though we ran various tests on her to see what made her attack poor Red. (Celestia bless him) We have come to the conclusion that she has paranoid schizophrenia. Her prognosis is quite grim, considering her actions and how she has plunged deeper into her hallucinations. We have reason to believe that she attacked Red because she thought that he was some stallion that she refers to as "the hooded one." And she rambles on that a mare named Violet can vouch for her. But we have checked your records and have seen no indication of there ever being a Violet. But back to the prognosis, if all goes well we can see a full recovery in seven years. As long as she stays on her medication and goes along with her scheduled counseling. Thank you for bringing this unfortunate to us for help, we are certain that with her treatment and some TLC Evening Star will make a full recovery.

Sincerely,

The Department of Mental Health for Equestria

End Part I