WAY Out of place

My eyes shot open, searching the room for any remnants of the dream. Sweat ran profusely down my forehead, soaking into the pillow. My breathing was panicked and labored. My hooves shot up to my face feeling along it. There was something tight around my neck and I yanked at it. The scarf slid out from around my neck and I tossed it aside. I stuck out my tongue to check it was still there and threw the covers off myself, staring at my midsection. Everything was normal and...intact. Twilight was still asleep next to me, unconsciously cuddling me.

My heart beat achingly inside my chest. I held a hoof over it, trying to calm myself. My breaths settled and my heart's beats lessened in frequency. I looked down to Twilight as she breathed quietly into my shoulder. I gently slipped out from her and eased off the bed, making my way quietly down the stairs and into the bathroom. I flipped the light switch and pulled the door behind myself, stepping up to the sink. I turned the right handle letting a stream of cold water pour out into the bowl of the sink. I dipped my hooves into it the bowl, scooping out water and splashing it onto my face.

I rubbed it into my face, trying my hardest to forget it. "Why did I let myself sleep? Why did I fucking let myself sleep?" I stopped rubbing my face and stared at the mirror. My hooves planted themselves on either side of the white porcelain sink as I leaned close to the mirror. I stared into my own slate colored eyes, the blood vessels through out the sclera were swollen and bright red. My eyes were blood shoot to be put simply.

"Aww, bad dream?" Bleak asked mockingly from behind me.

I only looked at him through the mirror, giving a look of pure disdain. "Leave. Me. Alone."

"Why? I'm starting to sense that you may not like me." He smirked.

"Why do you have to do shit like this?" I asked staring at myself in the mirror. "Why the fuck do you have to make life a living hell for me."

He shrugged in response. "It's fun."

"I hate you so much. I want to to end you so badly." I said as my brow furrowed.

"Why don't you just learn?" He asked. "Face it, we're the exact same person. One day, eventually, I will break you. I will make you snap and you'll go back to the way you were. The same brutal and psychotic mother fucker you've always been. Deal with it." With that, he faded.

I stared hatefully at myself in the mirror, my eye twitching. I punched at the mirror, shards scattered and dropped down to the tiled floor. I stood there with my hoof still inside the gap I made, the cracked remnants of the mirror showing multiple reflections. Blood dripped down into the sink as I stood in place, trembling with rage. I hated him. I hated being him. All I could feel was hatred for everything I was. I wasn't a good guy, I wasn't a kind and honest person. I was the worst kind of person. I was a monster. "Fuck."

Kian snapped from his dream as he heard the sound of shattering glass. Pinkie was already looking in the direction of the door. "Did you hear it too?" She asked nervously.

"Yeah." He said looking over to her.

"What should we do?" She asked.

"I'll go check it out, it's probably just Spike or Twilight." He said sliding off the bed and onto his hooves.

He pushed open his door and closed it behind himself, making sure no one would see Pinkie. The door beside his was cracked open, light pouring through it. He sneak over to it, peaking through the sliver. Inside he saw his brother hoof deep in the bathroom, blood dripping from his fetlocks. He could see him scowling at himself in the mirror. His eyes were blood shot from stress, he was obviously upset about something but he didn't know what. He could only take a guess as to why his brother would be so upset.

Twilight maybe? She could of said something to him. He'd seen how his brother hid his feeling around her. He didn't want his brother to become angry and leave. From what he'd heard that what their dad did and why he took him. He'd probably make him leave as well. He wanted to stay here with everyone, he actually liked it here. or maybe he was angry at himself. He could have been the one to say something he shouldn't have. Who really knew? He definitely didn't want there to be some kind of rip between his brother and his girlfriend. Their family had already been through one mishap out of that.

There were a few soft 'clops' from behind and he looked over his shoulder to see Twilight walking down the stairs yawning.

"Oh hi, Kian. Finally got home?" She asked stretching.

He held a hoof up to his mouth, motioning for her to come over. She hummed curiously and walked over to him. He went back to peaking through the opening in the doorway. His brother was now looking at the series of cut around his right hoof. They looked deep, dark crimson still dripped from the them profusely. Twilight peaked through over Kian, watching him. She held A hoof over her mouth at the sight of all the blood and the shattered mirror. Why would he do that? Why would he hurt himself like that?

She could only let her imagination take care of that. They watched as he turned the sink on, the thick redness that had begun to pool in it run down the drain. He rinsed off the excess, grabbing the small towel on the rack beside him. He wrapped it around his right hoof tightly, tying the ends into a knot with his teeth. Looking over his handy work with at least meager satisfaction he went about cleaning up the fragments of the mirror that littered the floor of the bathroom. His horn became surrounded by a glowing blue aura along with the pieces. They floated up off the ground and into a small trash bin nearby. A few shattered even further as they hit the bin with loud clacking snaps.

He sat down in front of the sink, watching the last of his crimson colored essence do exactly what it always did. Go down the drain.