Small beginning Author's Note here: I am trying out a new style of writing with this fiction, here's to hoping it is a success!
Hi there! I'm Screw Loose! I live in this nice and soft room, where I can bounce around and have fun all day! Of course it is dark in here and it's a little scary, but that's okay with me! The people who look after me are so nice! They put me in a nice warm jacket, and they give me food everyday! Oh the food is really really tasty too! But I have to eat it like a doggie because I can't use my hooves! I don't mind it at all though, because the people here try to help me too! When I do something wrong, they hit me with these zappy sticks and it makes me go all tingly and it hurts a little, but then I don't do it anymore and they are happy, and them being happy makes me happy!
But not everypony here is nice. There are some grumpy stallions that come into my cell with the zappy sticks sometimes. They hit me with them, just like the nice people do. But they hit me harder than the nice people and they don't pull it away after a small bit like the other ponies do. They just hold it there and my body gets really tingly and I start moving around a lot! They laugh whenever I move around, and I try to smile too, but whenever I do they hit me again. I never did anything wrong though, and when I ask them what I did, they just tell me to be quiet and they hit me even harder. When they leave, my whole body hurts and I cry, the water falling into this wierd red stuff that came from me after they hit me a lot. After a bit, I always smile. They were laughing, it was just a game. I made them happy, so I should be happy too!
You know what? They kinda remind me of those colts in that school I went to about...um...a long time ago. That's funny, I used to be able to remember. Oh well! Well, those coltsies were just a bunch of meanies. Everypony didn't like them, and they called everypony names all the time. I know you aren't supposed to hate anypony, but these colts were hated by everypony else. I remember the day I tried to talk to them, the biggest one punched me in the mouth and called me 'Screwie' and threw me out of the window. I had to go to...um...the place with the big red cross on it for them to fix me up. They kept talking about something being stuck inside my head. It hurt a whole lot, just like those zappy sticks do whenever the mean stallions hit me on the head.
Oh and they also made fun of all the ponies who didn't have their Cutie Marks. What was that name that they always called us? I think it was something like "Blank Flanks", I forget. Well, they always told us that we would never get our Cutie Marks, and they said that they would always be better than us, and that the world didn't love us, and all sorts of other mean things. They were wrong though, because everypony in the class got theirs, even me! They were all so happy to get their cutie marks! Their marks were always so happy and stuff, just like all of them! I forgot what mine looks like though, and I can't check because of this nice warm jacket that covers me. I think I was happy to get mine at first, but then...I think I was sad too... I can't remember right anymore.
Oh, the nice people are telling me I need to go to sleep now. The room gets dark when they turn off the small light above my head, but that's okay, because I know nothing will happen to me here! Everypony is really nice, even the grumpy ponies! Even though they hit me sometimes, it must be because of something I did, otherwise they wouldn't do it. I mean, everypony does something for a reason, otherwise it would be just silly! Oh well I'm falling asleep now, goodnight!
Oh Celestia! I can think again! That crazy pony is gone! Thank the goddesses! Maybe this time, I'll stay...me. I hope so, because I miss my family, my home, my life. All of it was just taken away from me after this blasted mark appeared on my flank. I can still remember that first day, that very first day of my "new life", as they called the time after you get your Cutie Mark. That day, when my destiny was revealed by the cruel things that drive the world to do what it does. When my destiny shone on my flank, in the shape of a screw.
I was walking down the school hallway. I can't remember exactly which one it was, but only that it has about 2 classrooms in it. Surprisingly, neither class was in session that day, as I recall anyway. I can't remember the reason I chose to walk down that particular hallway, only that it was for a very important reason. Then all of a sudden, those same colts from the year before appeared out of nowhere. They grabbed me and threw me into one of the empty classrooms. They all surrounded me as I lay on the floor. Their evil grins still haunt me today, even as I become...her. The biggest one held a balled up peice of cloth in his hoof, and he had stuffed it into my mouth. His words are even more haunting than the smiles. He had said "Now nopony can hear you scream," and they all laughed along with him.
They did...things...to me. Unspeakable things. I can't even remember it all, just the pain mostly. The pain is always there, always waiting to be remembered. Even now I can still feel the cuts and bruises and broken bones that they left me with. That was the day I got my Cutie Mark, and that was the day that she appeared. I can't seem to remember what I did after I was found, but I can remember each time I "woke up" with a dead colt or stallion at my feet and my coat covered in dried blood. I knew who had done it, it was me, but it was a different me. That was the day I learned my fate, and lost my life.
Of course, the police didn't care that I went crazy. Nopony did. There was nopony who would defend me, the outcast and the freak. The Ponyville court ruled that I was insane, and they threw me in here, with her. The first day that the closed that padded door, I began to fight with her. It has always been a fight, the real me and the crazy me. All it needed was something to tip the odds in her favor. These moments of sanity, they grow ever further apart. I feel her now, trying to take over again. I fear that I'm becoming like her, insane and crazy. Hehe, look at me, talking about becoming crazy or insane when I am already talking to myself.
Those brutish guards are back, and they look even more malicious than ever before. The other side of me sends images of what they did to her. The first touch of the zapper sends me twitching and pleading. They smash it across my face and tell me to shut it. I continue to plead despite the blood flowing out of a gash in my face. They continue to slap me with the electrical sticks until they realize that I wouldn't stop. I can only watch horrified as one of them pulls out a wad of cloth, the exact same color as the one on that day. Images flash up, the colors faded from age. Pain. Sadness. Anger. I feel all of them. Nothing can stop it, there truly is no hope. This is problably my very last vestige of sanity, and it's going black now with pain on every side. As black as the darkness that surrounds me in solitude.
Oh those guards are leaving now. I think I made them happy again, and that makes me happy too! But for some reason, I hurt so much all over my body. There is that weird red stuff all over the walls, and it's all over me too. I feel like crying, that always makes me feel better. But this time, it isn't working. I feel empty, like I lost somthing. Oh well! I'm sure these nice ponies will help me find out what it was.
