Insanity

-Flashback-

A small blue filly walked down a long, blaring white hallway. Two other ponies were with her: a mare and a stallion. The little filly cowered and hid between the mare's long, white legs. Standing next to the lanky mare was the buff, mean looking stallion. He had a jet black mane with a light green stripe through it and a matching tail. He scowled at the filly and she turned away, whimpering. Whispers of black hair floated out of her bun as the family approached a door. The shiny metal label read "Room 624- Mental Disorders- Doctor Blueheart". The mare entered first, her russet tail swishing behind her as her reluctant filly followed behind her. The stallion entered last, red eyes scanning the room, in an almost judgmental way. His eyes soon settled on the older mare sitting on a crimson rolling chair near the center of the room. Her powdery blue hair was streaked with gray, and the stallion's black muzzle was set into a frown again as he sat beside his wife and child.

"Welcome, Mrs. Midnight. Mr Midnight," Dr. Blueheart nodded.

"We're here to talk about our daughter," Mr. Midnight said gruffly.

Dr. Blueheart frowned. "Well, yes, let's get on with it then, shall we?"

"W-whats wrong with Claire?" Mrs. Midnight asked, wings ruffling. "Tell us what's wrong with her!"

Dr. Blueheart sighed, and put a gray hoof on Mrs. Midnight's shoulder.

"The test results just came in this morning, Cinnamon. Claire has Psychosis.

Clairessa's head was pressed up against frigid windowsill. Her glassy, ocean eyes were staring at absolute nothing. The powdery blue fur on her legs was matted with sweat. Suddenly, Claire's head shot up. Her gaze focused on a peculiar object sitting on her smashed dresser.

An amber pendant lay on its side, covered in dust.

A tiny filly's muddy blue hooves shook as an enormous purple colt shattered her snout with one great blow. She whimpered as a dark red substance began its descent down her neck, mixing in with her tears and rainwater.

"Ha! Look at little Claire-Baby cry!"

The purple colt, as well as his two friends, a muscular mare and a lanky brown colt started laughing cruelly at Clairessa. The mare, who was a pale orange with bright red hair, threw a few rocks in her direction. Claire dodged most of them, but one nicked her neck and she yelped. As she fell down, the laughter grew louder. The gang then circled her and began throwing more rocks. Many became bloodstained, as it was getting harder for Claire to avoid them. The brown colt delivered a few swift kicks to her chest, and she fell down, weeping.

"Nice one, Russet!" The purple colt cheered. "That little useless brat-"

"Hey!"

The three bullies spun around to face a neon bright filly only slightly bigger than Clairessa Midnight herself. The unicorn had a jagged mane cut mocking the infamous Vinyl Scratch's and her tail looked like it had been cut off with scissors. She wore an angry scowl on her face that seemed to annoy the gang.

The purple colt's wings rustled. "Scram, or we'll beat you up too!"

Vinyl Scratch 2.0 snickered. "Try and catch me!"

The purple pegasus and his friends looked confused, until orange telekinesis wrapped around Russet and the orange unicorn's heads, knocking them together harshly.

Crack!

"Ow!" Both the ponies screamed, falling back as two large purple and gray bruises formed on their foreheads.

"Damp, do something about that filly!"

Damp Gravel gave the neon green filly an ice-cold stare. "You're going to wish you were never born, brat."

The unicorn gasped as Damp charged toward her at an alarming speed. But, instead of running off, the small filly suddenly became cloaked in orange light. She then appeared behind Damp, as he banged into the solid cement wall in front of him.

"Ouch!"

Damp Gravel tried to turn around, but collapsed onto the gritty ground beneath him. A slow stream of blood was trickling down from a shallow gash in his forehead. The metallic taste made him cringe.

With all the bullies accounted for, the neon green unicorn turned to the shivering filly.

"Are you OK?"

Clairessa looked got up slowly to look at her savior. Hair matted and covered in muck, she didn't look like much. But to Clairessa at that moment, she was the greatest friend a pony could have.

"Yeah."

The neon pony smiled in a sweet way, and held out her foreleg towards Claire. Taking it, they both stared at each other for a moment.

"My name's Pitch Punk, what's you're's?"

Claire's powdery hooves scraped the ground nervously. "Clairess-sa Mid-dnight."

Pitch Punk shook her hoof, which was already in her grasp, then let it drop to the soaked, muddy ground. Reaching up to her breast, she pulled off one of the faintly glowing amber pendants on her neck. A chunk of carved up amber set in tarnished silver, Clairessa couldn't fathom how she hadn't noticed them before.

"Here," Pitch held it out to her. "It was my mother's."

A shaky blue hoof reached out, but then pulled back quickly. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

The same powdery blue hoof shoot out, but this time, it grasped the pendant and slipped it on slowly. The cool metal tickled the skin under Clairessa's fur and the jewel sparked in the dim light of the ally.

"Friends?"

"Friends."

Clairessa shifted in her bed, not able to focus on anything particular after the flashback. As bitter tears streamed down her face, a pair of neon, orange eyes was watching her from a slight crack between the door and door frame...