Blessings Of Misery

by XenronXIVII

Twilight Sparkle finds that true evil, the one of nightmares and stories, lay inside her; locked up like an animal ready to break free. While she fights for what little controll she still has, she must deal with the... other pony... in her head. A story of true insanity, as going with true love. (Infrequent strong language, and sexual refrences. Not suggested for young readers!)

4. Chapter 4 Recording

The doctor's office is a disheartening, sterile white. Everything in the room is shades of black and grey, with barely any other colors visible. The doctor himself is strangely monotonous; even his way of sitting is bland. The only thing of color is the doctor's green eyes, which seem to pulsate with a strange energy. Of course, thought Twilight. Keep the patient from all other possible distractions, while making them think of nothing asides the problem. How sickly methodic. The doctor sees Twilight, and sets the papers he had held on the desk before him. "Good afternoon, Ms. Sparkle. I would like you to take a seat." Twilight feels something wrong about this stallion; and takes a small step back wards. "No thanks, I would rather sta.." The doctor cuts her off. "Take a seat." He gestures to the cushioned seat, and Twilight sighs.

"Now, I heard the phone call that you gave us." The doctor glares at Twilight; and she glares back. Not out of anger, but out of pure fear. "If I back down, this guy is going to walk all over you. Stare him down." This is the first useful thing that the voice has said, and Twilight takes the advice. The stallion taps his desk impatiently, and slides some papers to Twilight. "I am going to need you to... sign these papers, before we can talk." He notices that Twilight hasn't moved since his saying this; and taps the desk again, adding his last piece. "They are for confidentiality. You know, I don.." Twilight is the one to cut off this time, and she slams her hoof against the metal desk. "I know what confidentiality means! I don't want to sign these damn papers! I just want to know what is wrong with me!" The grey doctor just looks back at her, with sick amusement playing at the corners of his eyes. He readjusts the various things that sit on his desk, and puts the sprawled papers back into their manilla folder. Twilight angrily rises from the seat, and heads for the door. The doctor turns his eyes without turning his head, and acknowledges the departing mare. "Where do you think your going?" Twilight already has the door open, and is outside the office. "I'm going home. And never coming back again. I'll probably find out more on my own." The man just snickers. "Suit youself."