Not Him

by PsychoticBrony96

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Sad
Length: 1253

A daughters hatred towards a father can be overwhelming, and can lead to an unfortunate end.

The pony who is the kindest can be the cruelest.
Fluttershy is a prime example.
Let's take a look back towards her past, her tortured past that lead her to the shy one she is today.

One's true nature is never truly shown. You're loving friend could be a murderer.

/If you are not ready for unsettling content or have a very weak stomach, then turn away now/

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-18 14:10:01 UTC

Breaking Point

"I'm home, I'm hungry, and I'm upset. So don't even start bitching to me about anything."

I think dad's home. He's always staying out late. I wonder why?

"Well too bad! I'm going to give you shit! Where have you been?"

Again with the questioning.

"Places! None of your damn business!"

And there's dad with his normal answer.

"What kind of places, huh!?"

It seems it's the same exact thing every single night.

"Places much better than here!"

Dad comes home late,

"And what place would that be?"!

Mom questions him,

"Friends, fucking family, pub, strip club, ANYWHERE THAT ISN'T FUCKING HERE!"

And they start arguing.

"Strip club!? Pub!? Is that where you are every damn night?! Are you trying to fuck up your life?!"

And I sit in my room, trying to sleep. And normally, I don't get much sleep. But thankfully, tonight I got at least a few minutes. Until I was awoken by more yelling.

"It's your fault!"

Dad is yelling at mom again...

"It's not! If it's anyone's fault is yours!

Mom can't fight back that much, or he'll hit her... Please mom, calm down.

"You dumb bitch! Trying to blame that fucking mistake on me!? I said get rid of it! But nope! You wanted to keep the damned thing!

He's talking about me again...

"Because she's my daughter! If you pushed her out of yourself you would love her! But for some reason, you see nothing in her! She's just flesh to you, isn't she!?

Why do they have to fight? Why can't they love each other like they used to?

"FUCK! YOU!"

SMACK

I hear mom crying again... I think dad hit her...

"I THINK SHE'S JUST FLESH, HUH?! LET ME GO FUCKING PROVE THAT! AND YOU COME AND FUCKING WATCH, BITCH!"

They're coming to my room.

Oh, Celestia, what do they want?

    My door slams open and my dad walks in, dragging mom behind him.

    "Good. You're here."

    He starts walking towards me, oh Celestia, the look on his face. I try to run, but he grabs my hooves before I can get anywhere.

    "You're just FUCKING FLESH tonight, little girl!" He grabbed my head and shoved me to the ground.

    "W-what are you doing!?" I ask, scared of the reply.

    "Oh, you'll see..." As he finished his sentence I felt something hard go inside me. I scream out in pain as ruthlessly thrusts into me. I feel blood run down my legs, but all I can do is squirm and scream.

    "Mommy... Help!" I look over to see my mom staring in horror. But she just stares,..

Why is she just watching? Why isn't she helping me? This hurts... And she's just watching... "Why?" I slowly start to lose my vision, I think I'm falling unconscious... At least the pain is fading.

    I woke up in a dark room, and for a moment... Everything seems okay. Then I notice an awful pain from my private parts. It burns... Then I remember what happened. And I don't know what to do. This is the worst one of his outbursts have ever been... Normally I just do something to get my mind off of what happened, but... I don't know how to deal with this. So I just cry... Lie down and cry... Then something snaps. Not like a twig, but... Something inside me. I don't know what it was but all I know is that I need a knife. I slowly walk into the kitchen, as to not wake the sleeping giant known as my father, and grab the biggest, sharpest knife I could find. Then I stand in front of my damned father.

    I raise the knife... And plunge it down, right into his stomach. He awakes with a gasp, and looks down. Then at me. He stares at me with a look of horror, one equal to that of my mothers. With that thought, the once snapped thing seamed to completely shatter. I smile and bring the knife up, then back down. Blood splatters up, but I don't mind. I'm starting to enjoy this. I bring down the knife, time and time again. Over and over the knife punctures his abdomen and with each stab more blood spurts. I'm practically bathing in his blood now. I rip out his shredded intestines and throw them in the air like confetti. I find this really enjoyable. I rip further into his body, take organ after organ. Kidney, Liver, Lung, Pancreas.

    "You won't be needing any of these silly things anymore!" I giggle and throw all of these elsewhere. Only one enjoyable thing left! The heart. I reach up into his rib cage and feel around. Eventually, I found his heart. "What do you know? You actually have a heart! Well... Not for long." I smile as I rip out his heart. I stare at it for a few prolonged moments until I throw it at him. Looking at his mangled body, I decide it's missing something. "Oh! I know!" I jump up and embed the knife in his skull. What a beautiful piece of art...

    "AAAAHHHH!!!" I turn and look at my distressed mother.

    "Oh. Hi, mother!" I smile innocently at her, and start to walk towards her with my hooves out. I want to hug her. I want her to hold me. But she starts running away... Why is she running away? Maybe she just needs to be forced into a hug. I chase her through the house, eventually getting her in the bathroom. "Why'd you run, mommy? I just want a hug."

    "No! No, no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO ,NO, NO!!" She screams in horror, and I just cock my head at her.

    "What's wrong? Here, a hug will help." I jump at her, finally giving her a hug. And I here a puncture sound. "Hm?" I look at her eyes, they're wide and red. Then I look at her back. There's a knife there. "No..." I look at mommy. "No..." She drops to the ground. "NO!" I didn't mean to do that...

I'm alone now...

Without my mother...

Trapped with myself....

"Wha-.... -ere?"

"...-ing-.....-ows?"

I hear ponies...

Are they friendly?

I grab the knife, and pull it out of my mothers dead carcass. I point it at the door, just in case they're bad ponies.

"We got a survivor!"

I see a stallion walk up to me and ask, "Are you alright, little one?"

I stare, not sure whether to trust him or not.

"Come on. You need to get out of here."

I follow him and he takes me outside. It's still nighttime.

"What's your name?"

I don't answer.

"Can you tell me what happened?

I look at him dead in the eye, "I killed them."

He looks confused at first, then he stares at the bloodied knife I still hold in my hooves.

"Get this filly to a psychiatric ward. She says she's the killer. But I'm not sure...:

They take me to what I think is a hospital, and then into a room with nothing but a table and a lamp. They question me for a little while, and then put me in one of the rooms. There's padded white walls, and they gave me a jacket that won't let me move my arms or hooves...

I'm stuck here with voices.

With the memory of my dead mother, haunting me...

You just watched mommy...

But I still love you...

I will always love you.