Final Draft's Rough Drafts

by Final Draft

The Madness Inside (Teen: Dark)

Author's Note:

This one is about Twilight suffering from a chronic mental condition that robs her of coherent thought. Her friends must cope with this. Inspired by Dream Theater's Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence.

One day, Twilight woke up to find
the purple mare had lost her mind.

Her studying had slowly driven her insane,
and she began pulling out clumps of her mane.

Voices rang out, screaming her name,
all insisting she was the one to blame.

Everything was garbled, nothing was clear,
all she felt was pain, all she knew was fear.

She tried to get control to no avail,
and she let out a long and ghastly wail.

She rolled on the floor, crying aloud,
trying to break out of the fog and the cloud.

Through it all, she could hear a voice;
apologizing, and saying it had no choice.

She felt herself lifted and carried away,
but she resisted and struggled, wanting to stay.

Spike held her tight, a tear in his eye
as she writhed in his arms, screaming, “WHY, CELESTIA, WHY?!”

The signs of her condition had been painfully clear;
she’d outlasted expectations by nearly a year.

The day had come, as they knew it would.
Everypony was calm, because they understood.

She was gone, never to return;
It was a lesson they didn’t want to learn.

Her friends stood outside as Spike carried her out.
They listened to her cry, and listened to her shout.

It pained them to see their beloved friend
come to such an unpleasant end.

Celestia was there, trying to stay strong,
looking at her student, wondering what went wrong.

With all of her power, and all of her might
she still couldn’t help poor little Twilight.

Perhaps it was her doing, and she was to blame;
In addition to sorrow, she now felt shame.

Two stallions stepped forward and took the mare
from Spike’s claws with the utmost care.

She flailed and twisted and felt a sharp pain
when the tip of a needle punctured her vein.

The sedatives kicked in and the mare went limp,
and the two stallions carried her to the waiting blimp.

“She’ll be safe, you can all rest assured.”
And Celestia departed without another word.

She got in the blimp and it took to the sky,
the others below simply waved good-bye.

Meanwhile, inside of Twilight’s head,
she was still at home, safe in her bed.

But all too soon, the dream gave way
to nightmares that put all her fears on display.

She tried to run, she tried to hide,
but she couldn’t escape the madness inside.

Comments

[Lag Incarnate]

Well, sucks to be Twilight.