A pink pony turned to face Sue, Sue's face full of fear. Her eyebrows tilted, mouth slightly ajar and beads of perspiration rolling down the sides of her face mingled with the tears that overflowed steadily down her cheeks.

"Please! Please don't hurt me!" She started to say.

I stood rooted to the ground, closely behind her, and was petrified out of my wits. The moment the murderer saw me, I was sure to be the next victim. The innocent victim I hold so dearly as my mother looked at me and in her eyes a stinging disbelief and sadness appeared, as if she couldn't believe what kind of person I'd become, and for standing there not helping, I could understand exactly why.

At that moment, the pink pony slit her throat wide open in a second, and where the skin tore I could see bright red flesh and the cut in her windpipe or whatever that was. Her blood sputtered out of her mouth as she coughed, and it stained my dress. She had time to register the pain, and it was shown so clearly on her face, before she died. Blood continued to drain out of her mouth and throat, and her eyes were wide open and in shock. Without thinking, I kneeled before my mother and started sobbing over her face, deciding then that if the killer wanted to take me too, I would have no objections. But now she was nowhere to be seen. The reality of the situation continued to overcome me, and the next thing I knew, I blacked out.

The sound of beeping of some electronic gadget was the first sound I heard as I came to consciousness. The smell of sterilised equipment and the feel of a bed hit me too, and I realised where I was before I opened my eyes. The past incident then surfaced in my mind and I felt stinging tears at the back of my eyes once again. I wondered if they saved her, though at the back of my mind I knew it was wishful thinking and it was too late to save her. Hot tears continuously flowed like there was no stopping, and I wondered how much water there was in my body to supply these tears. But as I tried to get up from the bed, I realised I was chained to the sides. Frantically, I struggled, and a nurse came in at the sound of the handcuffs against the bedside bars. Even though I was chained up and couldn't possibly do any harm she stood a distance from me. After a while, she said:

"Oh you're awake," She managed, "I'll get.. him"

And then she ran out of the room, as I shouted for her to let me out. Soon after her, this man walked in smiling and asked how I was. For some reason that angered me and I shouted at him.

"How do you think I feel? My mother just got murdered by a psychotic killer and I'm in this hellhole hoofcuffed to a bed!"

The beeping sound got faster. He looked confused. I couldn't make manes or tails of the situation. What was confusing about not wanting to be chained up?

"A pony was found with her throat slit open. You were right beside her blacked out."

"Yes, because seeing a murder in front of me can be slightly overwhelming." I said sarcastically.

"Pinkie Pie, the knife was in your hoof."