We're all alright

"Day 1: Subject seems to have quieted down, it seems like she's reflecting almost." Feel Good subconsciously clicked the recorder off as he watched her. She seemed to have quieted down, a fierce yet distant look in her eyes and her jaw set in a grimace.

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"P-P-P-Pinkie?" Blinky Pie, one of the youngest sisters unlocked the basement stairs after their father had left undoubtedly to get more beer or whatever he did. The pale liquid continued to ooze as she sat there shivering. It wasn't the first time that had happened, in fact he did that to her every other saturday, funny how something so horrible came like clockwork. Pinkie felt nothing, nothing at all, utter shock filled her body as she sat there convulsing.

After half an hour of silence punctured occasionally by a pained grunt from Pinkie, she finally managed to get herself off the floor. "I'm fine Blinky, I'm fine." She barely whispered, she forced herself to walk up the stairs in an attempt to get to the shower.

Each subconscious signal from her brain to her muscles sent a fresh wave of pain through her hindquarters.

Just keep walking Pinkie

Just keep walking Pinkie

Don't think about it Pinkie

He stole it from you Pinkie.

She smacked her head against the wall to get rid of the thought process as it started ticking ominously.

Step by step Pinkie.

Step by step

Keep moving

Do it for your sisters.

She thought about suicide on a daily basis, the only company she ever had were her sisters or sister. Inky was catatonic after a particularly bad beating from their father, he himself drank because he couldn't face the pain of seeing his beaten and bruised kids. It was a twisted sense of humor really, he caused the misery yet he didn't have the balls to face the music.

The children's mother was either sucking dick for money or high off her flank, either way she was almost never at home.

Daddy would drink all night and find himself in a gutter.

Mommy would have sex with multiple stallions just for some bits and a hit.

Such an empty existence such as this would yield some sort of sympathy or anger or any sort of emotion wouldn't it?

Well that had all come and gone.

Turn the hot water on Pinkie.

Wash your mane Pinkie

Wash your privates Pinkie.

THINK ABOUT WHAT HE DID TO YOU PINKIE.

Hollow, empty, maybe a tinge of sadness anytime she went to visit her nearly brain dead sister in the basement but other than that? Nothing.

School was out of the question, they could barely afford their house and farm as it was, their mother actually did most of her prostitution to pay for the lease.

Mommy and Daddy sitting in a tree, B-U-C-K-I-N-G.

First comes drugs, then comes marriage.

She often found herself alone, Inky would usually stay at the library all day, it was public so the books didn't cost a thing. She was a good girl, a good little filly in this sick twisted girl.

Nopony's gonna help you Pinkie, you know that.

Nopony came to hold you when Mommy and Daddy screamed.

Nopony came to stop Daddy when he started raping mommy.

Nopony stopped them when mommy came home with strange stallions who would grunt and smack her and beat her.

Nopony cares about you Pinkie.

Nopony cares about you Pinkie.

Nopony cares.

She sometimes reminisced about when mommy and daddy didn't fight. She only remembered bits and fragments about it. A toy train she would play with, her father chuckling as he blew a raspberry. Her mother's light laughter as she made a nice home cooked meal. This was before Inky and Blinky.

The hot water had begun to run cold as she sat there, her skin and fur beginning pucker like prunes.

At first she had felt angry at her dad, after all, how could he just leave his little filly and wife all alone day after day?

Have you ever hated somepony so much that whenever you saw them you felt your blood run cold? All you ever wanted to do was just jump on their back and tear their mane out?

Pinkie had harbored those feelings up until she had seen the bills one late night. She saw all those expenses from behind closed doors, the tired sigh of her dad as he tried to overcome the insurmountable.

Now it was just hollow.

Her mother was a lost cause, disgust filled her every single time Diana Pie walked through the door carrying all the swagger of a broken wheel barrel. She actually pitied her mother, at least she had the common decency to not arrive during daylight hours.

As far as she was concerned they weren't parents, parents loved and cared for thier children. These ponies....these ponies were monsters.

They aren't related to you Pinkie.

Nopony loves you Pinkie.

KILL THEM PINKIE.

That thought snapped her out of her daydream. Finally noticing the now ice cold water, she quickly shut off the warm and cold valves and toweled off, making her way to her bedroom she closed the door and sat on her bed in deep concentration.

Nopony cares about you or your family Pinkie. It would be so simple to kill him and just run away with Blinky.

B-B-But what about Inky? I mean she's a pony too!

So? We're a pony right? Yet has anypony done anything to help us? Nope, not a single Celestia damned thing.

That still doesn't mean we can just up and go! I mean who's gonna feed us? Who's gonna take care of us? What if we get lost or killed?

We'll die if we stay here.

It's wrong though! Just killing him? I mean he's a living breathing pony! I saw all those bills and audit notices! Daddy's going through a rough time!

HE RAPED YOU AND TOOK AWAY YOUR CHIDHOOD!!! HE BASICALLY KILLED INKY! BLINKY IS TOO SCARED TO BE AROUND HIM OR ANYPONY OTHER THAN YOU!!!

The argument got hotter and hotter, she knew that what she was saying to herself was...right...in a twisted sense it was right. What was here for her? Nothing but pain and heartache and a death.

Think about it Pinkie, nopony could stop us. It's not like a cop is gonna jump out of nowhere.

That thought stopped her. She had always believed in the law, that there was some sort of karma in the universe, that for every bad thing there was a good thing.

She felt waves of inexplicable sadness wash over her as she sat there in her bed.

I never wanted this. Why? Why couldn't daddy be nicer? Why is he always so mean? Why does he hurt me?

She rocked back and forth gently, the sadness and colt anger mixing together.

Nopony would save her from her living hell.

There is no justice Pinkie.

Finally, a sort of heavy heat settled in her bowels. Filling her with inexplicable joy.

"Here I come daddy." She hissed, a tinkling laughter sort of sound. It felt odd really, she should have felt remorse or guilt or something. Well she did feel something and it was searing anger, an anger so hot and evil and  bright.

It was *insane***

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Feel Good had walked around the different hospice beds, inspecting different patients. The whole day passed relatively quickly, he had a nice chat with a former OCD pony, a cup of tea with an elderly dimensia patient, and a nice walk through the park with an old patient.

The sunlight cast it' warm orange glow through the pale venetian blinds as he continued to stare at the mare. She seemed so at peace, it was calming to watch her. Currently she was humming a little tune, nothing with notes and sounding vaguely steampunk.

"Patient seems to have calmed down of own accord. Seems almost calm, it's...intriguing. Usually at this stage of quiet reflection most psychopaths or schizophrenics would completely and utterly break down. It seems like she's at peace with her.....acts. A truly fascinating individual indeed.

He continued to watch her sway gently to the non-existant music. He watched her, she seemed so beautiful in the fading sunlight, the orange reflecting on her straight pink.

"So beautiful yet.....so trapped, like a Canary in a Coal Mine; Never hearing heard until silenced. "

He put the recorder down and walked out of the office with a heavy heart.

What makes her tick?