The Darker Side

We all have a darker side, the kind we don't show to anybody, even the most friendliest of people have it...

Pinkie looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Her mane was curled and bouncy. The reflection showed the same Pinkie, only with straight hair. "Pinkamina, why am I out here?" The pink mare asked the reflection.

"I don't know Pinky, I personally thought that you wouldn't come out again." The depressed reflection sadly.

"Why do I feel so... empty?" The bouncy mare looked directly at her reflection waiting for an answer.

"I feel like that every day," The reflections face fell quite quickly as she began to explain to her true self, "You see, I can only feel happy when I see other people happy, but only for a short amount of time. I actually don't feel anything, I feel nothing, hollow, empty, drained. The only time I can feel anything is under two circumstances, one is to see people happy, and the other, is physical pain." The Pink mare's reflection had a look of apathy on it.

"So, you can either make others happy, or, harm yourself?" Pinky was shocked at this dark revalation. "Pinkamina, that's horrible."

"I know, but I have to do it, I have to, whenever my friends are sad and even I can't cheer them up I always take a blade to my leg. It's the only thing I can feel." Pinkamina said, looking at the dresser,where a blade was. It had slight dried blood on it. All of a sudden there was nothing other than the knife and Pinkie. Pinkie slowly walked up to the knife, and began falling.

"Ouch." Pinkie said rubbing her head, she had fallen out of her bed. She looked at the knife on her dresser, and debated. Grabbing it she put the hoof strap on and stared at her arm. She slowly brought the knife forward towards her left forleg. The sharp blade touched the fur, pressing harder she got it to dig into her skin slightly. She slowly pulled it across her flesh, the serraded edge ripping her skin open with ease, the blood slowly came up, and she felt the pain. She felt the marvellous pain, the feelings and emotions of anger, worry, and mostly pure bliss filled her mind, and she loved it, because she could, even if for the shortest possible time, feel something, something other than the emptiness inside of herself, the dark pit that had dug itself into her soul, yes, as the blood trickled down her leg, she sighed softly and smiled, it felt good to her, she could feel it. She could feel it. She could feel something. Her mind started to blank out slightly as she felt emotions welling inside of her, basic thoughts repeated in her mind, but only one made itself known the loudest.

She could feel it.

She could feel it.

She could feel it.

She could feel it.

She could feel it.

She could feel it.

Emotions began to fade away from her mind once again, ever so slowly, she had a genuine smile, one that did not hide anything from anybody, a true smile, a happy one, that faded with the emotions.

She could feel it

She could feel it

She could feel it

She could feel it

She could feel it

She could feel it

She could feel it

She could feel it

She could feel it

The feeling was gone, and she no longer smiled a real smile, instead, she got ready for her day, and put on her mask that said I'm happy, and everything in this world is perfect. But she really felt nothing, nothing but the bitter emptiness that engulfs her, the very aura around was pouring off false happiness, but she didn't complain, because if she did it would make some people sad, and when people are sad she can't feel anything, except the bitter coldness of her own heart, the emptiness that nopony else could see, but if sompony would actually bother to check, maybe they could see the seems of her mask.

But no, and as such she felt nothing.

For she could not feel it...

NOTE- Yah so I figured out something. When you major in psycology you learn a few dark things about people. So anyways, just decided to give these stories out, note that these are not for the faint of heart, and if you think that these will become cheerful and get the problem solved, then you my friend, are wrong. These are very real things, ponified, there is no happy ending to these stories, as a matter of fact, there is no ending to them, they are all going to be left open. Another note, some characters will be in here more than once as I see fit, one of these characters is Twilight, just a heads up.