Slipping Into Insanity: Pinkamena's Story

Nightmares

That night, Pinkie tossed and turned in her bed, filled with terror. Nightmares. So many nightmares. She saw herself holding a knife... A bloody knife... Surprise was strapped to a metal table, helpless. Her screams filled the dark room as Pinkie watched herself cut into her rival. Blood, so much blood... The knife was covered in it, as was the dress that seemed to be made of... Cutie marks? No, that couldn't be it... Why would it be cutie marks? What was she doing? She tried to stop, but she kept cutting, killing Surprise. Murdering her. She watched as the life faded out of Surprise's eyes... As she watched herself tear out the pegasus's heart... Ruthlessly... she laughed, a terrible, cackling laugh...
Pinkie forced herself to wake up. She screamed, her heart pounded against her chest. Her eyes were wide, she was covered in sweat. Her blankets were bunched up and a mess all across her bed. She looked at her hooves, terrified. No blood. No blood or any weapon in sight. Pinkie sighed then flopped back onto her bed, still breathing rapidly. She wondered why she had this terrible nightmare, why it seemed so real- so vivid- so.... Wonderful. Pinkie shook herself, blinking. Why did she just think of that? Why did she have the dream in the first place? What kind of monster was she? Pinkie cautiously pulled the blankets up around herself once again and closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep and clear her mind from all the questions that filled her thoughts. She managed to go back to sleep, but it was a restless sleep. She kept waking up, panting, after having nightmares about herself, as a ruthless, murdering monster. And they all had Surprise as a victim.
She kept having the same nightmare every day over the week. She started going to a physiatrist. It didn't work. She felt as if something was trying to tell her to do these things... But why?
She started ignoring the dreams, and going on with her normal life. But they haunted her in the back of her mind. After a week, the nightmares were getting harder and harder to ignore, harder and harder to simply push them to the back of her thoughts. They seemed to be getting more and more vivid- more realistic. Then... it happened.