Willow Tree Asylum

      The asylum bells rang, but into a melody that was now apprehensive; it gave off an eerie, high pitched, noise that would cause any ponies’ heart to tremble, But this did not stop Sky Streak from getting the information he so desperately needed.

    It seemed as though Stereo Note got side tracked by the grotesque humming of the bells. “Well it looks like its twelve o’ clock.” Sky Streak was pushed of his train of thought abruptly by this statement. “Twelve already,” Stereo Note felt his stomach demanding the slightest taste of food. “How about I get us some dinner?” Sky Streak stood to his hooves in a festive manor; “How can you get food?” Stereo Note smiled violently and trotted to a nearby closet sitting next to the hearth. He opened the door slowly, “Today we will be eating one of my personal favorites.” The dead bodies rumbled and thumped as they landed on the hardwood floor; blood oozed from their severed heads slowly making the cinnamon floor, turn into a crimson red.

         Sky Streak screamed in horror and began to gag on his air. He managed to mumble, “Please tell me these are fake, please!” Stereo Note simply shook his head and walked to the vermillion stained ground; to pick up a severed head.

   “It’s a delicacy to eat the eyeball first” he reached his hoof into the tortured skull, and yanked the cord that connected the two. Stereo Note then grabbed a wooden bowl from beneath his mattress; and then placed the horrendous object inside. “Soups on.” Stereo Note said without a hint of emotion. Sky Streak grabbed the dusty bowl. And with one look inside; he began to break into a cold sweat. He was so hungry, should he manage to eat the eyeball and be satisfied? Or should he refuse and starve to a dead corpse in this cell? Sky Streak swallowed his pride and began to munch on the eye of a once living, breathing, innocent pony. The eye popped while he was nibbling, and squirted blood throughout his mouth. The blood began dripping out of his mouth and into the bowl below; He told himself he couldn’t swallow. But eventually the blood became too much to handle in that ponies mouth and it came back out, but this time also with regurgitation.

       Sky Streak was now more, queasy than he had ever been in his life. His stomach was a rocking ocean of misery and his mind felt like it was becoming as twisted as the murderer sitting in front of him.

       Sky Streak looked at Stereo Note with fury. “That, was the worst thing i have ever eaten in my life.” Stereo Note bursted into a laughter that caused the walls to rattle; But Sky streak remained silent. Stereo Note's laughter turned into a frown “You know, there are worse things to consume than a dead, mangled carcass.” Stereo Note proclaimed. Sky Streak looked at stereo note with one eyebrow raised. “You just have not consumed pain or bitterness like I have… yet. Stereo Note grabbed the mangled corpses and placed them back inside the closet; while doing this he also saw that his fire was burning down, he stared at the burning charcoal. "Oh dear it seems i need more fire," Stereo Note looked at Sky Streak almost instantly.He crawled back as Stereo note got closer, "ah-ha" Stereo Note reached beside Sky Streak to pick up a log, and throw it into the hearth. Sky Streak watched as the embers flickered throughout the room. Stereo Note sat back in his chair and stared as well.

     ~

   “When I saw that my door was ajar after I had closed it, I was confused. But then all of the thoughts came together. My father was in my room. I stood to my feet despite the fact that it was soar that day, and I bolted to my room; the pain that was sharpened had now disappeared. I blasted the door open and saw my father collecting my own hard earned money for his own narcotics. I rushed to his back and began striking him with seemingly powerful blows, apparently it was enough to get his attention; and before I knew it I was kissing the hardwood floor with my hands tied behind my back and my arms being stretched enough to bring tears to the strongest man alive.

   “YOURE A STUPID BOY, WHO NEEDS TO LEARN HIS PLACE!” Much to my surprise, I got out of his tight grip and wrapped my hoodie sleeve around his neck tightly and brought his head back.

    “YOURE WHAT TORE THIS FAMILY APART, YOU BROUGHT PAIN TO THE PEOPLE THAT CARED FOR YOU THE MOST, AND NOW ITS TIME TO REPAY THEM!” I felt my arm gripping more and more tight as each second passed. I reached for my pocket once more and pulled out that switchblade; I could feel sweat drip down his pale white face. I then held the switchblade towards his neck slowly, until I saw her; my mother. The figure was faded but I could recognize her in a heartbeat. She simply shook her head in front of me and grabbed my arm to let loose of my father’s neck; and when I turned to look back, she was gone. My father stood to his feet and approached me, his fist was clenched which could only mean one suggestion, he was going to attack me; and sure enough, I was right. His fist hit my stomach which caused what little breath I had in my lungs to whither instantly. I laid down on my bed grimacing, and clenching my stomach. He felt as though his aggression was not yet complete until he saw my blood, I could tell by the indignant feeling in his dark hazel eyes. He yanked my arm, which caused me to fall to the ground; he slammed his elbow into my pelvis. The instant he hit it with all his might, I knew it was broken. He figured since I was distracted he could reach for the small pocketknife laying open on my bed. He drove the knife into my ring finger; I screamed in agony, and begged to find compassion in his stone cold heart. Eventually he released me from his strong grip, and he then stood to his feet to leave the room with my money jar.”

The hours swept by as I laid there on the soft white carpet; sometimes I would turn my head to see the other side and noticed that it was rose red. My finger no longer felt pain, but it was the complete opposite for my shattered pelvis. I could tell it was around 9:30 because sunlight crept through my covered windows, it was reliving to feel the small amount of glow that illuminated the room with warmth and comfort. But the absolute best part is that my father leaves for work at 9:30, I could hear keys rattling and the front door opening and then shutting which meant my father would be gone for the rest of the day.”

   “I pushed and struggled to try and get up with the support of my bed, but it was no use. So I crawled my way to my bedroom door. The pain was excruciating but I used my hands to drag my limp torso and legs. As I pushed my arms with each stroke I saw myself losing blood from my sawed off finger. This did not stop me from reaching my kitchen. I grabbed the lower cabinet and with all my might pushed myself up to reach the countertop.”

   “It felt as though I could slip any second and damage my bones even more, but I reached the top of the counter to stand, the agonizing pain grew each time I stretched my body upwards. I limped to my couch and took seat next to my cat. Which of course hissed at me right on schedule, only this time I didn’t smack across the room simply because I was too weak to do anything. I grabbed the remote sitting next to me and clicked the power button; it was tuned to a kid’s show that I did not want caught in my brain, so I turned to grab the remote again but only this time I saw that my cat was nibbling on it. “Well it looks like I’m watching the hub.” A show that was very uninteresting popped up so I chose not to pay much attention to it.”

   “I awoke with a sudden burst of pain in my kidney; I leaped off the couch and fell on the coffee table. Then I looked back and saw that snowball had taken my comfort spot, usually I would have done something about it, but I simply didn’t have the energy at all. After looking back I realized how hungry I was, I stood and limped towards the kitchen. I let my hand sweep across the cold surface and collect crumbs to sweep off the counter. I then reached to open the fridge and an arctic chill hit my spine and caused me to make a quick decision. I pulled out some milk and poured it into my glass. While drinking I got a quick look at the time and saw that it was 4:30, instantly the milk became sour in my mouth and I spit it inside the sink.

“Dammit, how could I have let myself sleep for this long? I grabbed my glass and placed it into the sink as well; I waddled to my couch to turn off the T.V., and then bolted to my room to hear the doorbell ring 5 minutes later.”