My First Love
"I'm not a psychopath! You are!.. .. I'm just creative. Hehehe.."
-Diane
The asylum guard announced through the megaphone, "Alright everybody, it's 9 pm! Get to bed!" Then an alarm sounded, followed by multiple electronic clicks that reverberated across all asylum cells triggering a locking system. Just another nightly routine for all of us crazies. It's been seven months in this hell hole of an asylum, living in a pitched-dark room the size of a small bathroom with a solely twin-sized bed. For those who thinks I deserve to be here, all I can say is I'm only doing what's just, and I'll tell you why.
"Hey! no more talking to yourself there. Write in a journal or something. It's bed time, idiot!"
Glancing at the guard, slowly forming a sinister smile and took a good deep look into his soul. The guard was much perturbed by the innovation. Nevertheless, he anxiously shook his head and moved on to the next cell.
After that short spectacle, I sat on my bed, took out my half written journal and began writing.
My First Love
Seven months earlier...
The school dismissal bell rung prompting all students to rush out of their final class period. Me and my friends usually stay in for after-school activities such as band practice and other stuff, and we don't get home until eight or quarter of. As being the most faithful friend amongst all and remarkably punctual with all these friendly meetings, unfortunately it was something I had to take a rain check on.
"Wow Pinkie, you never skipped out of practice before... Are you feeling alright?" Twilight questioned.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?... It's just that my boyfriend needed to talk to me about something important."
"Aw'right sugar cube, then we'll just have to call it a day, maybe start fresh tomorrow y'all?" Applejack thought.
"What? No! You can't stop band practice because of me!"
"Uh, Pinkie?... We kinda need a drummer in order for this whole thing to work.." Rainbow assessed as scratching the back of her head.
"Oh... Sorry.."
"It's okay darling, we have plenty of time to practice until our next big event." Rarity ascertained, "But you have to stay for tomorrow because I've perfected an outfit for you."
"Ummm, Uhhh.." As I morosely contemplated for a response.
Sunset shifted the topic, "Whatever it is Pinkie, I reckon your boyfriend might want to talk about your relationship with him. Like where it's all going and stuff."
Raising my eyebrow at Sunset, "Oh? what do you mean?"
"Sorry, it's something you have to find out on your own." Sunset teased.
All the girls couldn't help but laugh and tease. I honestly didn't know better. Ah the good ol' days... If I could only kill to be that innocent girl once again. The girl who appreciated laughter, happiness, joy, all the good words. Lately, I've lost my way. Took it to the dark side again, the deepest side. The side where I can never climb back up to be with my friends again or to be with my boyfriend anon. Oh anon... I miss you so much. We've been to so much together, please tell me there's a river where I can swim my way back to you.
Arriving just outside Sugar Cube Corner, seeing my boyfriend waving at me from the inside of the store window. Entering the bakery, I was immediately greeted by a welcoming voice, "Hi Pinkie! Welcome back!"
"Hi Mrs. Cake!" I replied as making my way closer to the front counter to place an order, "Just the usual!"
"Of course, the sample platter!" Mrs. Cake made several touches on her computer screen to get the order prepared, "It'll be about ten minutes, would you like to sit down for awhile? We'll call you when it's ready."
"Sure! I'll be eating it here with my boyfriend over there." I pointed out the booth from where he sat, by the window.
"You are such a delight! Alrighty dear!"
Ecstatic as I am to see my boyfriend, my first love, I skedaddled my way approaching the booth, and sat beside him.
"Hey honey!" As giving him the biggest kiss on the cheek, "How are you?"
"Hey, Pinkie." He greeted back dolefully, "I'm feeling alright." Then took a sip of his coffee, "How 'bout you?"
"Oh you know, Chocolate rain and stuff, staying positive just for the millionth time!"
He huffed a laugh, "Pinkie... Staying positive always. The secret behind it, I'll never know."
"There's no secret. When I'm with my friends or specially with you, I've always stayed... "
"Again... Positive..." He finished the rest of my sentence, ".. It's that part of you that I've adored, and always will..."
He then relinquished a faint grin. This behavior had already given me the 'Pinkie Sense' that something was quite off. Nonetheless, not to be a concern on my part as seeing him has always been the highlight of my day. I formed another smile, "So, what's so important that we had to meet up?"
He took a sip of his coffee, and sighed, "Well... First off, how long we've been together?"
"Ummm." I began counting my fingers, "10, 11, 12... 12 months... So a year!" I shouted delightfully.
"Shhhhh... Not so loud Pinkie."
"Oh, my bad." As toning down my volume, "I just can't believe it's been a year already."
"Yes, I know." He took another deep sigh, "That is why I need to talk to you."
"This is getting pretty intense, you know what this calls for?" Revealing two drumsticks out of my bag, "A drumroll!" I then began drum rolling on the table.
"Pinkie stop!" He held both of my sticks with force, "I'm breaking up with you."
His words struck my heart. After a short moment of pause, I wasn't sure what to think. Maybe I've heard wrong? So I questioned, "Ummm, what?.."
"It's over Pinkie. I think we should see other people."
"Wa.. Wait a minute, but... But why? What did I do wrong?"
"It's not you... It's me..."
"Anon, don't blame yourself for anything, you have done nothing but all things right. If there's something you feel that needs fixing, I'm here for you. I mean, that's what girlfriends are for, yes?" At this moment, I can literally feel my heart throbbing as I continued fixating on the situation. I placed a hand over his, "Please talk to me..."
He took his hand away from mine and sighed, "Do you want to know the truth?" He stood up from his seat, narrowing his eyebrows at me, "I don't love you anymore!" Suddenly, everyone in the bakery turn their heads towards our direction, curious as to what's going on. He continued, "Pinkie, there's really no other way to express this. I'm sorry."
I pursed my lips, attempting to hide the sour look in my face while keeping the water in my eyes from bursting. I've never felt so torn in my life. "Ok..." I faintly nodded with a sob, "Have it your way.."
"I have to go." Just like that, my newly ex boyfriend stood up from his seat, and made his haste towards the exit.
Mrs. Cupcake casually approached by my side holding a tray full of my favorite cupcake sample platter. She heard the whole conversation just as well as anyone else. Expressing her dearest sympathy about this whole scene, she carefully laid the tray on the table, and sat by me.
"I'm sorry dear..."
Taking a glance at Mrs. Cupcake, trying to keep it all together was far from easy. I bawled my eyes out in front of her, in front of everyone. I didn't care anymore at this point because I felt like the worst has happened.
"Don't be!" I sprung from my seat, quickly took my bag, and rushed out of the exit on my way home.
Several hours later...
I sat by my dressing table in my room, dimly lit by a single lamp. I've spent about an hour or two just looking at myself in the mirror, withering myself away with thoughts of what I might've done wrong. I know crying won't do me, but guess what, crying sounds like the best medicine right now aside from laughter. I feel useless. Have I done something to make him fall out of love just like that? I thought I was the best girlfriend ever, he even said it himself. Clearly I was wrong. Is he seeing someone else? Maybe more prettier, smarter, better in bed than me? It just amazes me how he can drop me out of his life like that. Losing a boyfriend is a whole different beast than losing a regular friend. I was succumbed to his defeat. I can still hear those words echoing through the cracks of my broken heart. "It's over Pinkie. I think we should see other people." The words echoed in my head over and over... I'm freaking out here. WHY? WHHYY!!??
Instinctively, I have swiped all of my accessories, causing everything to fall down out of my dressing table. I could only bottle up so much frustration at a time, but it's the only form of therapy I have. I took another good glance at my reflection, seeing as my hair has gone naturally straight from its usual puffed style without the use of a hair straightener. I took deep breaths, keeping myself together from going ballistic again. The idea of breaking up is so difficult to swallow. I should've asked Rarity for some help because clearly I'm not cut out for this.
I wonder if he's going through the same pain as me. I can't tell how many times I've checked my phone for messages. I've gotten some, but they weren't from him. I wonder if he misses me. It's only been several hours since we broke up and my will to live is already fading. I want him back...
Still staring at my reflection, my expression has slowly changed from sadness and sorrow to an evil smile that betrays all innocence, "... I will have him back..." Grinning wildly with a devilish laugh enough to scare away all the mice in the house, I turned off the lamp light displaying the room nothing but all black. Just the way I like it. 
One sweet evening, Anon was just leaving from a friend's house, walking his usual route on the way home alone with no one in sight, and his phone rings. He answers, "Hello? Oh hey baby, how are things at the gardening club? Yes? Oh really now... Yeah, I miss you too. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. I've got something really..." His sentence was abruptly cut off short from a sudden trauma to the head, causing him to fall straight down unconsciously. His phone however, was still going, I have decided to pick up the phone after hearing a girl's voice on the other end, "Hi, you must be Anon's new girlfriend."
It took a couple of seconds for her to respond, "Who's this?"
"Oh, Anon hasn't told you about me, did he?.. I'm his first love."
"I don't understand..."
"Listen, I will prove my love for him, and he will love me back so much that he's not going to know you ever existed." I turned the phone off, dropped it on the ground, and smashed it into pieces with my bat. After that short little spectacle, I hid my bat in my backpack, and dragged my ex boyfriend's unconscious body all the way to my house.
Several hours later, Anon finally woke up. His vision was slightly blurred at first, but gave him the worse headache in the world. As it took several while for him to comprehend his thought process, he finds himself confined in a dark small room. All of his extremities were shackled through each corner of the bed posts with a thick rope, providing him very limited range of motion for any chance of escape. Screaming is difficult, let alone speak, because I've taped his mouth shut. Foreseeing my pitched-black image in front of him, he sees me wearing my sexy nightgown that he had begged me to put on every night when we were together. Approaching his foot side of the bed, I hopped on, slowly crawled my way up, and vertically sat on top of him. I drew my face close almost touching his, then grinned with soft spoken words, "Hey, I hope you're enjoying this time of the night." My fingers slid down his cheek in a gentle caress while he relentlessly asserted a haunting gaze combined with frightening moans.
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Anon lets out a short moan, cueing a signal as a request to speak. Revealing my kitchen knife from behind, I made slits through the tape.
"You expect me to sleep right after that?!" As he made an attempt to struggle free.
"Shhhh." Placing my finger to his lips, "Don't be too loud or else someone will hear you. Don't even try to escape because you'll end up hurting yourself."
"Thanks to you I'm already there. HELP!"
I quickly placed the edge of my knife to his cheek, carefully enough not to cut through his flesh. I slowly grazed the blade down to his neck, revealing an unfamiliar silver necklace around his neck. "Who gave you this necklace?"
"Why would it matter?"
"What do you mean, it matters to me!" My knife still in tact, I applied a little force of pressure enough to puncture through the top layer of his flesh, then made my knife work its way down to his clavicle area.
"Ahhhh!!!" Anon screamed in agonizing pain.
Didn't think torturing can feel this satisfying. Ah, new round of pleasure. If I keep this up, I may be able to win his love back once and for all. Holding my knife up, observing the dripping blood as it ran down the blade, and began licking it clean.
"Pinkie... I don't know what's gotten into you, but please, it's for your own life and sake, you have got to stop this."
After licking the last remains of blood from the blade, I gazed back at him, "NO!" I protested, "You left me with no choice! You have no idea what I had to go through these days!... I gave you everything, Anon. I even lost my virginity to you... Now what do I get in repay?.. Vengeance and Hatred?! Ahhh!!!" I held my knife up, then suddenly stabbed his leg deep into his flesh, and held it there.
"Ahhhh!" He screamed in pain once again.
Letting out an evil giggle, I began removing my panties, and threw it on the floor. I drew my face near his ear and whispered, "You're turning me on, Anon." I giggled, "Now you're going to get me good and pregnant so you have no reason to leave." I took another extra tape, and taped over the slit I made earlier back shut, "Shit is about to get real, baby." I began unzipping his pants, removed it, revealing his membrane through his boxers. I licked my lips in satisfaction with a wide grin, "You have no where else to run." Grabbing his hard membrane in the process, I rubbed the tip of his cock against my wet, fleshy folds. Within a couple of seconds, I finally inserted him in me. Moaning in delight, my body couldn't resist such great pleasure as I increasingly rocked back and forth, each rhythm to the next. Anon on the other hand, he let out mixed emotions of fear and pleasure. Best combination ever.
"Don't you miss this, Anon?" He wasn't able to say a word because of his mouth being taped shut. I continued, "What's that Anon? Was that a yes? Did I just hear you say you wanted to marry me?" I gazed over his leg where the knife was still impaled to his flesh, I abruptly removed it effortlessly causing his own blood to gush out from the newly formed wound. I licked the blood clean from the blade and he painfully moaned in pain.
I continued to rock back and forth, up and down in motion. I can feel his hard cock reaching its prime to orgasm, "Yes anon, fuck me like you mean it." My breathing has become more noticeably labored, getting really close to climax, "Cum inside me!"
With Anon combating against himself from ejaculation, he was able to somehow get one of his hands loose from the ropes. Perhaps his own blood gave off some form of lube that he was able to slip his hands off freely. With one of his hands loose, he pushed me off the bed with force. This short incident knocked me out unconsciously for a short period of time. Anon acted quickly to accomplish of being free in a short amount of time, he was able to successfully. However, he had lost a lot of blood. His energy faded quickly, he felt very dizzy and ends up falling down on the floor. At this rate, laying waste to all he had left, crawling his way out to the house exit.
"GET BACK HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
After my short recovery, I quickly grabbed his ankle, and pulled him back to my room, "I'm not letting you leave."
"Please Pinkie, let me go!"
"What, so you can fuck that tramp?! Don't you get it?! We're meant to be together forever!! Why are you fighting it?!"
"Please Pinkie, it's nothing like that!"
"I said... GET BACK HERE!!!!" With my amazing strength, I was able to drag him back in my room, and slammed the door shut.
"PINKIE, NO STOP PLEASE!"
All what's heard is a knife deliberately stabbing through a flesh of a human being again and again combined with tortured screams and my maniacal laughs. Anon's screaming began to decrease in volume as if a dying human finally meeting his end, but the stabbing still continues.
What happens behind that door, stays behind that door. But little did I know that what I've done, took me to a place where I exist today. You can laugh or judge me all you want, but when I manage to get out of this place, you're next. Locking your windows or your doors will not cut it. You know better that I always have a way to get to you. Anyway, you have a good day now, keep your eyes peeled for omen.