Complex, sensational, yet, deprived of all mannerisms and characteristics considered to be called a safe environment. Devouring a being’s soul of its qualities and emotions completely, traumatizing any normal mind, piercing through any useful features. Snatching away and kind of freedom, confidence, independence, or any contact with society. As simple as it seems, with a blink of an eye, separated from the world, and, as time passes by, easily being forgotten by family. Close friends. Love interests. Colleagues. Acquaintances. Designated to not fulfilling your dreams and desires. Your hope, fading away, like tiny black silhouettes, descending and blending in with the dreadful truth: nothingness. As if every little moment, every achievement, every ambition, every obligation was a mere illusion, coloring reality in what would seem like a fairy tale dream. Though, what tragedy would occur if you decided to delve deeper. To delve so deep, to discover the true form of reality: One which you soon must learn to accept, since it’s all you’ve ever looked for. The truth, and nothing more. Most say there is a lot to live for, a lot to look forward and lots of more chances to experience the full extent of life: joy and accomplishments. But, what exactly, was the true full extent of life? What was there to live for? Was it only enjoying peace and tranquility, gossiping away like a drama queen, appreciating a healthy and hard earned life style, spending time and taking care of those you care for, or rather, those who come to you for help, having to deal with balancing joy and happiness, or, rather, also being free and independent. Soaring through the skies, embellishing the clouds with graceful colors and maneuvers, adjusting friendship problems, and so much more. Who would expect such a flattering tale to twist entirely? Well, by consequences, of course. The occurring of such consequences based on such foolishness and false trust. Backstabbing. Hatred. Anger. Vile anger. Vile, furious rage, vicious and sadistic desire. Why would somebody close to you- an acquaintance, or rather a friend, a close friend, cause this pain…. Directly to you? Free of any care or emotion. Cruelty and egoism resting in such a being…. A hidden beast. A beast that you decide to trust entirely. Curiosity has fooled many. Curiosity directly appointed to viewing how a certain relationship would turn out has broken many hearts. A faint heart, filled with loyalty, bravery, intellect in some places, love scattering its entire surface. That’s what would appear on the outside. Delving deeper into its contents, it would reveal the dark truth:

Nothingness.

As I snapped back into reality, pushing away my thoughts into the back of my head, I suddenly pushed myself as high up into my bed as my feeble and dehydrated body could. I felt a slight sensation of pain in my right hoof, suddenly remembering what had happened. I took hold of my surrounding, noticing and realizing the familiar situation I was in. White, checkered floor. Draped walls. A small window on my right side, illuminating and piercing the center of the room with a white light: faint, yet visible. The moon had already unleashed its hold of energy, combining the effort of its 'cousins', the stars, giving out a pretty big hint that princess Luna was on duty already. I glanced at my teal sheets, the only source to heat that I could get in this blizzard of a climate. I smiled to myself, nobody around to see my pathetic state, huh? I was once again in the hospital, a place I used to call home, I was so used to visiting it. This time, however, the reason for my coordinates and ending up in this hospital were not because I performed an awesome stunt, or because I accomplished some serious achievement in strength or agility. The reason was...... That I was toyed with. I let another pony take advantage of me. H-harass me.... It was an unspeakable experience. I was a coward, and I just let go. And by whom was I toyed? By a stallion, by the name of..... Ah...... I don't quite remember....... I may have been diagnosed with a not very serious case of amnesia, this amnesia only affecting my most recent memories, or former details.
This was so pathetic, I swore to never tell anypony about this. Not even my friends. They weren't here to accompany me. At least I wouldn't stoop down to that level, depending on other ponies to help me deal with a mere experience, that would soon collapse. I'm not any ph- ph....? I'm not a ph person to determine whatever would happen to the brain during these somehow tough experiences and tragedies.... But I would get through, being the ambitious mare I am. Yeah, there we have it, one of the thoughts I love having. My hoof's severe wounds suddenly began drastically increasing in pain, making me almost scream in agony. Yes. I did scream, but with my other hoof covering my mouth. Muffling my screams was a fair method while dealing with injuries, I didn't want anypony to hear me instead of myself. I wanted everypony to view me as this awesome character I would always create for myself. She wasn't a coward. She didn't let anypony down. She wouldn't let anypony take advantage of her unwillingly. She was independent, strong, beautiful, athletic. The perfect personality..

As I slowly pushed away my sheets, they revealed a crimson wound.

Bloody crimson, trickling down the knife as the masked figure dashed head and forth.

The sound of glass breaking.

The scent of rose.

The aura of cologne.

The atmosphere slowly turning black.

A thump on the floor.

Tears dropping on the floor.

Police sirens.

.................................

Gone.

The process replayed in my head, as I acknowledged my sudden speed in improvement of remembering flashbacks. But, it was not enough. I was eager to delve deeper, and find out more. It wasn't enough. More. More. More. More was required to figure out the truth. I-
My heart began thumping louder and louder, as I failed to gain consciousness. I slowly descended in my bed, resting in for a long night's sleep, the wind helping me in the process, as it tucked in the sheets nearer towards my vulnerable wound, hiding it from any sources of infection.

No matter what, I was going to prove that I was capable of solving this case on my own. No matter what.....

Author's Note

Oh god...... Oh my god........
The first time I ever decided to make this type of fic..... I've never seriously attempted in making a dark/violent fic so I'll see how this turns out in the future.....

I'm pretty open to some tips and advice on how I could proceed with the story, also I know it seems a bit too rushed for the first chapter, but........ Ah..... I have no excuse for my laziness this time.