Starting tonight, for the next year, I am a convicted felon and am property of the Equestrian government. As such, according to them, my name is no longer Creampuff Lime. Until my release, my name is now 42924-06 and I will be wearing an orange shirt with that embroidered on it the entire time, save for showering.

First, myself and a group of other new arrivals had orientation with the warden accompanied by her head guard who was honestly more intimidating than the judge I just went before. She was a huge unicorn mare and even if I was a hardened tough gal of a convict, I wouldn't wanna tangle with her. Most of the other mares I was chained to seemed to feel the same way. Even with those sunglasses, I could feel her eyes burning into me as she stared us all down, one by one.

After orientation, we were told to shower, put on our bright orange shirts where from there, we will be taken to our cells for "lights out" at ten o'clock. I'd better enjoy this shower while I get it because from here on out, I'll only be allowed to take one once a week and if I need to piss, I better ask for permission first. For what brought me here however, I have no right whatsoever to whine and bitch about it. I'm paying for my crime and I'm gonna take it like a grown mare.

It felt really weird showering with a bunch of other mares, mostly because I was easily the smallest one there. I started to wonder If I should just accept that I would die here, these girls all keep smirking at me and whispering to each other. All these big, tough mares with all kinds of tattoos, scars, and spiked up manes look like they'd beat my ass as soon as look at me. And I though Rainbow Dash the wonderbolt was tough, but not like this.

The shower seemed to go well enough, I just kept to myself and avoided eye contact. Not hard to do as I would have to look straight up if I wanted to engage with somepony. After taking a few minutes to dry myself off, I then put on my assigned shirt with my number on it as I stood in front of a mirror in the washroom. This would prove to be my first mistake in prison and a big one at that.

This was the first time since that fateful day last week that I looked at a mirror, I just couldn't get myself to do it before. Now, to see myself standing here donning an orange shirt with my new numerical name embroidered on the front was just...ugh, it was sickening. Not only was it sickening to see me, a former star pupil and valedictorian reduced to a convicted felon, it irked me to so much as look myself in the eyes. I was looking into the eyes of somepony who took the life of an innocent ten year old colt and the sight of my own self started to piss me off to a point where I lost any and all ability to think straight.

"Creampuff, you fucking piece of shit!" I yelled as I raised a hoof and bashed the mirror with all my earth pony strength.

"Whoa! Check out the little chick!" One of the other convicts said, sounding impressed.

"Niiice! Don't mess with her! I bet she's gonna make a shank out of the busted pieces!" Said another.

"What's going on in here!?" Said a third voice as the washroom door burst open. "Everypony up against the wall!!"

I was shaking and hyperventilating so bad that I wasn't even aware of what was going on around me. With my hoof still raised and shivering like mad, I couldn't even find it in myself to pay any mind to the sound of giant hoofsteps stomping up behind me. My eyes were shut tight as I desperately tried to calm down but that didn't help anyway as firm "ahem" from behind me broke me out of my trance just to throw me into a new one. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the room had gone dark all of a sudden but I turned around to find that I was merely standing within somepony's shadow.

There I stood before the biggest mare I had ever seen in my entire life, the unicorn head corrections officer who gave me the creeps since the moment I arrived. Accompanying her were two slightly shorter but just as intimidating uniformed mares, one a pegasus and another an earth pony. All three had their collapsable batons out and ready to bludgeon anypony who so much as moved a muscle without them saying so. Never in my life have I ever experienced a moment where I honestly thought I was going to die.

"Damaging prison property..." The giant mare said, her head slowly shaking in disapproval. "Hon, didn't you just get here like, what, an hour ago?"

I could do nothing but let my mouth quiver as I stood there wide eyed, staring up at the pissed off, snorting mare as her two subordinates stood by her side and smirked at me. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the behemoth of a prison guard placed the end of her baton on the bridge of my muzzle, right between my eyes as she lifted her sunglasses with her aura and stared down at me.

"Baby, you're about to learn why we don't do that shit around here." The head guard said before turning around, taking a few steps and stopping in her tracks. "Take her to solitary!" She commanded.

I couldn't even get myself to gasp. I couldn't do anything as the two smaller guards who were still at least twice my size each grabbed me by my front legs and began dragging my sorry ass out of the room as their boss lead the way. To see a bunch or hardened convicts watch me being dragged out with the look of genuine pity on their faces was what really indicated to me that there was a chance that I may not survive here. This place is going to chew me up and spit me out. Whether I was alive or not after it was done with me would be all up to chance.

After the guards dragged me down a few hallways, they stopped in front of a door at the end of one of the halls where I would be spending as much time isolated from everypony else as these guards wanted me to. I belonged to them and I was completely at their mercy, not that they were about to grant me any, I would soon find out. Before shoving me into the tiny room, the two lower ranking guards turned me to face their boss who was standing there cracking her neck. My pupils shrank to pin pricks as I suddenly realized what she was about to do to me while her goons held me in place.

"Honey, lemme tell you a little somethin." The head guard said as she cocked back one of her gargantuan hooves and shoved it into my gut as hard as she could. "I don't like ponies..." Thwack! "...who run over foals..." Thwack! "...with their car..."

She then turned her attention from my stomach to my face.

"You may only be here for only one lousy fuckin' year..." Thwack! "...but Imma make this..." Thwack! "...the hardest..." Thwack! "...year..." Thwack! "...of your life!" Thwack!

Once the guards were done beating me senseless, they tossed my limp body into the tiny room and shut the door, leaving me to soak in my own blood. This was far from the end but just the very beginning of the Tartarus that would now be my life. Though I was supposedly here to pay my debt to society for what I've done, these mares just reminded me that will only happen the day I die. As I lie sobbing on the floor, in a puddle of my own blood and tears, the words echoed through my mind as I slowly passed out and let darkness take me over.

"I deserve this...I deserve this...I deserve this..."

One year later...

A full year has gone by and my sentence is finally up. Never in my life have I been so homesick and now, I was slowly trotting out the front gate of the prison a free mare. My parents were there for me every step of the way and had just arrived to take me home where I could pick up the pieces of what remained of my life and salvage as much of it as I can.

I'll never get over the mere fact that I even survived prison in the first place. Over the past twelve months, I have been beaten by guards and inmates alike, I don't even know how many times. I've had bones broken, chunks of my mane torn out, teeth knocked out, eyes blackened and more. I have been stuck with what was once a toothbrush, sharpened into a shank, hell I've even been raped a couple times. Not exactly how I planned on losing my virginity but it's all finally over and I can go home and pick up where I left off.

I can never tell my parents the things I went through, I have already hurt them more than enough. I greeted them with the widest smile I could muster as the front gate opened, giving me access to the outside world for the first time in a full agonizing year. I just wish the guard hadn't put her hoof on my butt and shoved me out the way she did right in front of them. Though they were happy to see me, I could see it in both of their eyes that they took offense to the head corrections officer who used me as her punching bag the whole time shoving me out of the gate like that. If that was enough to irk them, they must never know about the rest.

"I missed you both so much!" I sobbed my parents and I hugged each other tight. The visited me every single weekend while I was locked up but I still missed them more than when college kept us apart.

"We missed you too, baby!" Mom sobbed. My Dad obviously felt the same way but he was sobbing to profusely to be able to tell me verbally. "Come on, let's go home! Your room is ready for you to move right in! We know you'll need time to get back on your hooves so you can stay with us as long as you need!"

Home sounded pretty good right about now. What I wouldn't give to just go home and spend time with Mom and Dad, it was the happiest I've been since that fateful day. I was no longer in the clutches of the justice system and I could finally move on with my life. If there was anything prison did to me, it made me feel like a filly again but not in a good way. Bed no later than ten, only an hour to spend at the library and I had to ask permission every time I had to piss. But it's over, now I get to focus on being home and now debt free...or so I thought.

"Aw, son of a bitch!" My Dad cursed as we pulled into our driveway.

"Damn it! Those vandals again!" My Mom huffed out of frustration.

I peaked in between my parents from the back seat and sure enough, somepony had spray painted graffiti all over the garage door. The second my Dad stopped the car, he shut it off, hopped out and quickly opened the garage door as if wanting to hide it. It was too late for me anyway, I already saw that it said "Killpuff Lime lives here". I could understand if ponies hate me but why do they have to drag my parents into this? They've done nothing wrong.

"How often does this happen?" I ask as I step out of the car behind my folks.

"Oh, don't worry, sweetie, this is the first time it's happened and I bet it's the last." My Mom replied, clearly lying to keep me calm and spare my feelings.

"But you said it was those vandals 'again'".

"Oh...well I, uh...don't worry about it hon. All they're doing is showing the world that they're just a bunch of punks. Now, who's up for lunch? We need to catch up and I know one of your favorite movies is on tonight!"

"Why's the mailbox busted?"

"The snowplow must have hit it." My Dad replied with a dismissive wave of his hoof, like it was no big deal.

"But it's late Spring..."

"Our new mailmare has some anger issues." My Dad lied. "Don't worry about it though, she'll get them sorted out...heheh, sorted. You know...because that's what a...mailmare...does."

My Dad was never good at jokes but that one was just an awful attempt to shed some light on the dark fact that not much has blown over and that ponies have been targeting my parents who have done nothing wrong. Now that I'm out of the joint, I'm afraid that things might get even worse. I thought that once I got out of prison, my life would have some sort of normalcy to it but instead I find that I'm going to be nothing but a burden on my parents.

I know for a fact that I am but of course they'd never tell me that, but be that as it may, I have the ability to change that. I'm twenty-three years old now, I'm not going to sit around and mooch off my parents. I have the means to put my life back together and damn it, I'm gonna do it! Though the county yanked my driver's license before I went to jail and I have to start over if I want to drive again...after a two year probation period is up. I'd be hard pressed to find anypony who'd want to give me a job around here. I've gotta do what I can with what I have to work with.

Ahh, I can think about all that later on. Right now, I need to spend time with my Mom and Dad and catch up with them. They're all I've got and without them, I'd soon be a babbling lunatic on the streets somewhere. I've got to cherish every moment I have with them. The depressing stuff aside, I have the two ponies who mean the most to me by my side and my foalhood bedroom waiting for me after a night of watching movies together.

My first night on the outside turned out to be the best night I've had in an entire year. Laughs were shared, ice cream was eaten and hugs were plentiful but all good things come to an end as the year I spent behind bars wrecked my sleep cycle. We could all repeat this tomorrow but I could sleep tonight knowing that I could finally begin to enjoy life once again. The bed alone was enough to draw tears of joy from me as it soothed my sore back so after having to sleep on a rock hard cot in a cell. To top that all off, I knew I'd never have to worry about somepony coming in to rip the mattress open in search of contraband. Everything was going to be fine.

I've got nothing to complain about right now. The sun's shining and beginning to set on this gorgeous Spring late afternoon, the temperature is a perfect seventy degrees, and friends and neighbors smile and wave as I drive by in my Coltswagen. All four windows are down and and I'm just enjoying the breeze though my mane as I cruise down the main drag of my home town at a slow and steady thirty miles per hour. I don't have anywhere to go but I'm enjoying every second of this leisurely Sunday drive.

Life is good and it's the simple things in life like this that just make me giddy. I'm a simple girl and it doesn't take much to make me happy. My car's a fourteen year old model, the air conditioner doesn't work, and with over two hundred thousand miles on it, it burns a little bit of motor oil but that's just plain okay with me. She gets me from A to B and that's all I need. As happy I was with this car that I paid fifteen hundred bits for three years ago though, I was about to find another issue as the steering suddenly began pulling to the right.

Alright, no big deal. The brakes on the front, right wheel are probably seized or maybe the tire is losing some air. It happens sometimes, it's to be expected with an older car. Wait...I can't...I can't move the steering wheel! What the fuck is wrong with this car!? No! Now the wheel is pulling to the right even further! It's like it has a mind of its own! I've gotta stop this car! I'll just have to press the brake pedal down and call for a tow once it...sinks to the floor! Shit! I don't have much of a choice! With no other option, I reach down with my right hoof and pull the emergency brake lever to the right of my seat as far up as it will go and...nothing!

Oh no, this is bad! This is really bad! Shit, shit, shit! What else can I do!? Oh, I know! I'll just shift the transmission into neutral and I'll just glide to a stop. The road ahead of me is clear so I should be stopped and on the phone with a wrecker in no time!

"Here goes everything!" I said aloud as I grabbed the shift lever on the steering column and slammed it down to Neutral.

KERKLUNK!

Oh shit, that didn't sound good. It didn't even work! My car is still going and...picking up speed!? Sweet Celestia, I'm gonna die! Oh fuck, what am I gonna do!? What the...no...

My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as a school bus directly in front of me by about a hundred yards slowly putted to a stop and began to flash its red lights. The sun is setting, why are the buses still even out!? There's a colt hopping off!! I've gotta warn them! The only way I can catch their attention is to press my hoof down on the center of my steering wheel and blow my horn. If only my horn worked! What's happening!? It worked just fine just a minute ago when I was honking to greet neighbors as I drove by!

I can't stop nor steer this runaway car and now I'm zooming down the sidewalk at fifty miles per hour with a little colt right in my path!! I was helpless to stop it and the only thing I could do was to shut my eyes and wait for the inevitable thump of the little foal on my front bumper and another two thumps from my tires going over his little body.

SCREEEEECH!

Oh NOW my car decides to stop!? Once it screeched to a halt, I waste no time jumping out and galloping towards the back to see what became of the little blue unicorn colt. There sat my car parked on the sidewalk with skid marks behind it leading to where the yellow bus is still parked but...where did the little guy go? Did he jump out of the way? Had the driver of the bus seen me coming and pulled him back into the bus in the nick of time?

"Whyyyy..." A weedy little voice sobbed from directly behind my car making my stomach turn and my blood run cold.

Fearing the worst, I rushed to the rear of my car and looked down to see staring up at me with tears flowing down his face and blood from underneath him a tiny little unicorn colt with a mane of dark blue and a coat of lighter blue. He was lying on his stomach, his horn busted in half, one of his forelegs dislocated and his left eye hanging out of his socket as he stared up at me and continued to sob.

"W-w-why did you do this to meee?" The colt sobbed as he tried to pull himself out from under my car. "I didn't...*sniff* I never did anything to you...this *hic* it hurts so bad...why did you hurt me?"

I could do absolutely nothing but gawk in horror as the little colt used all his strength to try to pull himself from under my bumper from where he seemed to be stuck. As he struggled and grunted while he began to budge, my mouth went dry and every hair on my body stood on end. What I saw when he finally started to crawl out from under the car will haunt me every waking moment for the rest of my life.

I began to hyperventilate when the sudden realization that the lower half of this colt's body was completely missing with nothing but intestines and an ever growing puddle of blood forming in its place. Still sobbing profusely, the little colt continued to crawl away, dragging his guts behind him with every inch he went. I couldn't mentally handle this. I just couldn't do it. With my own waterworks flowing at full bore, from my eyes and probably soon my bladder, I let out a scream of pure anguish.

"GAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAH!" I shrieked as I flailed about under the now soaking wet covers in my bed.

It was just a dream? It was just a dream! Oh, praise be to Faust, it was just a dream!! Maybe I'll be grateful for that later on but now, I'm having trouble breathing and every moment I lay her, I'm pissing myself with no way to stop it. Okay, okay, just calm down, Creampuff. I can hear a couple sets of hooves frantically galloping down the hallway towards my room before my door flung open revealing the two ponies I'd be nothing without rushing to my side. I think I'm going to be okay.

"Puff Puff!!" My parents screamed in unison as they dashed into my room and held me tight.

"It's okay, sweetie, we're here for you." My Dad said as he and my Mom both embraced me while I sobbed into their chests.

"Baby, here, you're...you're soaking wet. Let's get you in a nice hot shower, okay? We're going to be by your side every step of the way, don't ever forget that."

As my Dad started to gather my piss soaked sheets and blankets and collect them in a laundry basket, my Mom helped my pull my shaking and shivering self out of the bed. I just didn't have the strength to do it on my own. Slowly but surely, I limped out of my room with my Mom by my side, relieved that the bloody, gory situation was just a dream but now giving way to a new problem.

I began to heave and immediately, my mother and I quickened our pace to the bathroom as we both knew very well what was coming next. My cheeks then began to swell up with everything that I ate before until I just couldn't hold it anymore and released it into the toilet that I had reached just in time. As I continued to yak up everything I had eaten, all the while still sobbing like a maniac at the pain, the embarrassment, and the horrors of what I just saw, my Mom held my mane out of the way and my dad gently rubbed my back.

Though it was something of pure, unadulterated terror of a nightmare that I just had, to have my parents both putting in such a team effort to help me in itself was enough to at least get me to begin to calm down. Still, aside from being in prison, to have pissed all over myself for my parents to clean up made me feel more pathetic than I had ever felt in my twenty-three years of existence.

Author's Note

Edit: Okay, I just saw the chapter title mistake and fixed it. I really should quit drinking so much...