Falling Apart

I'm not Sane

Pinkamena

"Hello..." I grind my teeth, struggling against my restraints. They tightened the jacket, so my range of movement isn't as wide as usual. "I remember you... I broke your nose!" I gasp and laugh, sputtering out insanity like the mad lady I am. "I just headbutted you in the face and it caved in!" I laugh some more, thick strands of straight hair falling into my eyes. "Your blood... It tasted like metal. Then again... most blood tastes like metal." I laugh hysterically at my own crude humor, staring at her through the curtain of my hair as she backs away slightly, straining to remain calm.

"It was not pleasant, as I recall it," she responds in a stiff manner, straightening her posture and looking me in the eye, only one icy blue window visible beneath my hair.

"I thought it was funny..." I whisper, my voice trembling with the tremors of laughter. Insane laughter, high pitched and psychopathic.

"I am aware of your opinion on the experience," she states cooly, combing a few loose strands of her hair with her fingers back over her skull. It looks so fragile I just was to lurch forward and...

"So why am I here? I'm guessing you're our shrink and you want to meet with us..." I snarl, ready to be serious instead of hyperventilating.

"Indeed I am," Luna looks at me, titling her head slightly. "I wanted to get to know you, Pinkamena..." she trails off, observing my hair.

"Yeah, it gets straight when I'm in control," I snicker, my lips curling back as I acknowledge her curiosity. "I don't want to talk right now, I'm bringing Pinkie back."

"I'm afraid that's not an option," she practically scolds me, like she's my mother. Oh how I hate being belittled.

"It's not my fault Pinkie's trying to take over our body and hoard control..." I mutter, closing my eyes and smiling slightly, a chaotic expression masked by serenity. That's the worst kind. I can practically feel her heartbeat increasing; I tend to have that effect on people.

"So you feel threatened by her dominance?" She inquires, cocking her head and clicking her pen out, ready to write down anything I say.

"HA!" I practically shout, my eyes widening and my mouth curling back into a gruesome grin. I leap forward so my face is inches from hers and my teeth are up against her nose, digging into her flesh ever so slightly. "Just because she's out more often, doesn't mean she's in charge. I come out when she needs me to get our hands dirty for her. She can't handle the complexities of our life."

Luna pushes me away gently and stands up. "It's been lovely talking with you, Pinkamena," she states uneasily, her eyes fixed on me crouched on the floor as she moves toward the door.

"That's a lie..." I murmur, my deranged expression focused on her, my eyeballs twitching and my hair draped over half my face.

She says nothing as she closes the door behind her and clicks off down the hallway. I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling and pondering. I'm not sane... Oh well. It's not like I can help it. At least I'm the one who's in control. "Now..." I whisper to myself, the sound soft and light like a ghost drifting through the air. "How does one escape a straightjacket?"