>"Mornin Anon!"
>AppleJack walked into your room and pulled the blankets off of you
>It was 5 or 6 in the morning
>The cold penetrating your skin... you LOVE it.
>"C'mon Anon! Get up!"
>You sit up, trying to put up a smile
>Well... ONE thing was up...
>"Ugh... Anon?"
>...
>You push down on your mornin wood
>"I'll just go make breakfast then..."
>You begin to push harder
>It felt even BETTER
>What can you to do to increase the pressure?
>You get up, and try to walk over to your dresser
>Your legs still seem to be asleep...
>You end up falling face forward onto the ground
>It felt even better
>You inhaled, only to inhale the dust on the ground
Yes...
>You get up and slab on a your usual clothes
>You make your way toward the table
 
>You look at the calendar on the wall
>Today, its AppleJack that is preventing you from "killing yourself"
>WHATEVER! You have limits! Jesus, everytime you look at that calender it makes you sick.
>You sit at the table
>"Your foods almost done, just gotta do a little of that and that!"
>AppleJack had set your instruments of feasting on the table
>All of them... are plastic, and rubber
>So degrading...
>Hello, whats this?
>A butterknife... a knife is a knife you guess
>You place your hand on the table and spread your fingers
Im gonna have a little fun while I wait...
>You stab the whole between your fingers
>Lift, and repeat with the next whole
>You then repeated that, but only faster and faster.
>Your heart was racing.
>One wrong move, then GOOD BYE Mr. FINGER!
>"Anon I-"
>SLICE!
YEEAAAHHH!!!
>Your finger was cut into, but not completely severed like you had imagined in your head
>AppleJack rushes over to you
>She begins to wrap a napkin around your hand
AJ... whats wrong with me?
>She smiles
>"Nothin sugar cube! But just to stay safe..."
 
>She takes out a lasso and ties you to a chair
Im gonna escape... pull on it tighter.
>So... she did, she loosed it a little, then pulled with all her might.
>The rope began to dig a little in your skin
>You wanted more
AJ, how did you ever win those awards with such a weak knot?
>AppleJack seemed to get more and more frustrated
>"Alright... HERE I GOO!!!"
>She began to pull as hard as her pony body can go.
>The rope being pulled on you was now giving you a burn on your chest
>Your lungs were being restricted of air
Yes... Yes... Great Job... A...J...
>She immediately notices and pulls the rope off of you.
>Rope burns were visible on your chest
>"Anon, I am SOOOOO sorry!"
Its alright AJ...
>You give her a hug
>A nice... warm...
>She pushes you away
>"You cheeky little"
>She was aware of your rope burn again
>"Anon, just stay put till I get back... DONT DO ANYTHIN CRAZY!"
>You give her a smile, and she makes her way off
 
>...
>No one is around... TIME TO GET TO BUISNESS!
>You grab a near-bye platic knife
>You break the tip, making it sharp
What to cut, what to sever?
>You begin your session of "Anon time" by cutting above the rope burn
>Your blood coming from your chest looked... normal? How its supposed to be?
>Cant think of a word to describe it...
>The blood passing over the rope burn only made things feel better
>You thought it would make the burns sting... apparently not.
>You grab a near bye rag, to wipe the blood off your chest
>hold the phone...
>You begin to wipe...
>The sting returns
>WIPE, WIPE, WIPE, WIPE,
Awwww...
>Your chest looks clean, and the burn is now visible again
>The gash in your chest is also visible, something you can work with some other time
>Because you are almost out of it!
>You begin to carve into yourself
>You didn't know what else to do...
>The feeling of everything
>Everything feeling JUST RIGHT...
>Feelin the [spoiler]LOVE[/spoiler]
...
>You began to carve that into your arm
>It looked more like an awesome tattoo
>Feeling the [spoiler]LOVE[/spoiler]