A deadly memory

Death.. death is a scary thing... but yet enjoyable..to watch..

I have done many things...made many ponies suffer...and here I am laying on the ground bleeding to death... heh... its kind of funny I had feelings for the one I was going to kill.. I hesitated and they took the chance to stop me..to strike me down..

My name is frost and this is my story.

It all started about three months ago.

I was having a really off day like nothing was going my way.

Everything i tried to do just went to shit.

everyone just looked at me oddly like “who is he?” or “why is HE here?”

Every time I tried to communicate with other Ponies they just walked by like i was not even there.

The only thing that could keep me sane was my little picture of my mother and i when I was just a colt, and my knife.

As the month went on it got worse and worse.

As always I just went into my room, played with my knife and then looking at my picture crying myself to sleep.

Thats when the dreams started, Dreams of death, blood and slaughter.

At first i woke up crying screaming for my mother for hours on end but Then realized shes has been dead for years now.

After having the same dream of myself covered in blood with a crooked smile and laughing holding my knife in one hoof and my picture in the other,I Started enjoying it.

The next day is when things started to change.

I did not normally go through the unwelcome feeling i started to feel normal in the town.

I was happy for once i haven't been happier since the welcome party that pinkie threw me.

But something in the back of my head was saying to kill them all.

I did not understand why this was happening I was happy and felt welcome.

The voices did not stop.

They got worse day by day.

The voices were relentless Kill them all they said drink their blood they wanted me to do.

I resisted so much... I fought so hard to stop the voices but Eventually they stopped.

I thought I won I stopped the voices.

I’ll be happy once again.

I was dead wrong.....

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