>Stupid, stupid, stupid pony.
>Why did you do that Eri?
>You just HAD to take them again didn’t you?
>You knew what they did.
>Even the voices told you to take them and you listened to them again.
>”Think about what your parents would do,” they had said.
>And like a fool, you listened.
>”You heard it yourself, if you don’t take medicine they’d cut you off.”
>Like always, the voices seemed to convince you, you stupid, stupid pony.
>”If you lie to them they’ll know. They’ll ask if you can still hear us and guess what's happening right now?!” another voice gleefully yelled.
>”You wouldn’t ever be able to support yourself. You’re just a reject after all,” it chided then chuckled wryly.
>”And lets face it... you wouldn’t last two seconds on your own.”
>On some level you knew they were right.
>You had feebly tried to argue that you could write but like always, the voices knew better.
>So you wrote poems.
>Big deal.
>Nopony would buy your garbage.
>And so you made a stupid mistake.
>Your parents had come to town yesterday.
>A visit of sorts.
>Moreover, it was just one of their checkups to make sure their daughter was being a good little pony.
>Your parents are, after all, very important ponies.
>They just had to make sure you weren't doing something to ruin their image!
>No matter how much they smothered you and kept you from doing what you wanted, you were always in the end, a good little obedient pony.
>To both you parents and the voices that torment you.
>Trained like the dog you are.
>A stupid earth pony born to Canterlot nobles.
>An earth pony born to unicorns...
>How shameful.
>Your father made sure to drill it into your head that you simply couldn’t be around because of what you lacked on your forehead.
>It would, after all, somehow ruin their image.
>Growing up, they would interact with you or acknowledge you in public.
>Nopony could know.
>Even at home, they were always too busy doing other things to spend time with you.
>If you were a unicorn it’d be different though.
>But you weren't
>They wouldn’t let you out and wouldn’t play with you, so you made imaginary friends and played with them instead.
>That was, until they started getting scary.
>They told you to do things.
>Bad things.
>You told your parents about it because you were afraid.
>They in turn told you something was wrong with you.
>Your mother used her connections to get you a bottle of pills that made the them go away sometimes and other times it wouldn’t help.
>So you kept taking them.
>Anything to make them stop.
>This was a double edged sword.
>Sometimes you would take a little more when the first dose didn’t work.
>Just a little more to stop the damnable voices.
>It couldn’t hurt right?
>If the voices stopped you could be a little more normal.
>You learned otherwise.
>Sometimes it would help.
>But sometimes if you were really unlucky it would make them worse.
>You’d start to see the things the voices belonged to.
>And you were very unlucky.
>They’d start to be more convincing than they normally were or they just wouldn’t stop until you did what they told you too.
>It’s not... really worth thinking about.
>It got bad one day.
>Really, really bad.
>You couldn’t take the constant noise.
>They wouldn’t shut up.
>You just wanted it to stop.
>So you took a little more and you ended up hurting somepony.
>You and your stupid earth pony strength.
>You thought you saw a monster and did what any sane pony would do if they thought they were going to die.
>After your father bribed the servant and her family, that incident was kept quiet and were silently whisked away to Ponyville.
>Manehatten was their first choice but it was too big.
>Somepony may notice the resemblance.
>Ponyville was small and close enough to Canterlot for them to get to you easily.
>The perfect place to tuck you away, a freak of a daughter like you.
>You shouldn’t have made that mistake again today.
>You shouldn’t have taken that many.
>But you were stupid.
>You let the voices get to you before you could make them go away.
>And look at what you did to Anon’s house.
>You stood behind the police cordon and watched it get consumed.
>The flames were licking away at the roof of the building.
>The inferno burned with a roar.
>It sounded angry.
>Almost like it was alive.
>Many ponies like to say that watching something burn is therapeutic.
>It almost was.
>But over the sound of the fire you could lightly hear the sound of whispering in your head.
>Its getting louder.
>These damnable voices. 
>You couldn’t stay here much longer.
>You can’t trust yourself around anypony like this.
>Turning to leave you caught sight of Anonymous running to the scene for all he was worth.
>The whispering stopped as soon as you saw him.
>No.
>Please no!
>He’s gonna look at you!
>You could feel the guilt etched on your face.
>If he looked to wave at like he normally did your finished!
>You start backing away through the crowd that had gathered around.
>Tears started to sting your eyes.
>You needed to get out of here.
>Now.
>Oh Celestia, he was getting closer.
>Wait...
>Was he?
>He’s running right at you!
>You cowered and tried to look as small as possible earning a few stares from ponies nearby.
“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry...”
>You can hear his footsteps getting closer over your feeble apologizing.
>He ran right past you.
>You take this time to gallop straight to your house.
>He didn’t even see you.
>You made it to door and fumbled with the doorknob.
>Stupid earth pony hooves.
>You look back and see more ponies were looking at you than you would like.
>All you wanted was to get this door open.
>Your useless hooves found purchase at last.
>You scrambled inside  for all you were worth, slumping against the door which slams behind you.
>Leaning on the door, you closed your eyes and tried desperately to control your breathing.
>You started to calm down.
>You really did.
>But then the voices came back.
>”So, do we even need to tell you how bad you fucked up?”
>You really couldn’t deal with this right now.
>You could still smell smoke the smoke.
>Your house was far enough away that you didn’t have to worry about the fire  jumping to you house but the wind was blowing some of the smoke this direction.
>Reminding you.
>”Yeah. I mean did you get a load of Anon’s face? Priceless!”
>”Bad form Miss Eri. You’ll never attract a special somepony like that. You’re already a freak earth pony. Nopony wants a crazy pony who burns down houses.”
>”Stupid mudpony.”
>But... they told you too....
>”No no no, Miss Eri. We suggested you do it. You were stupid enough to actually do it.”
>”Come on girl, we’re your BEST friends We’ never tell you to do something like that.”
>”We never TOLD you to do anything. I guess you were... HEARING THINGS.”
>You’re such a bad pony.
>It was your fault
“I-I didn’t mean to...”
>They laughed at you.
>”Well, my dear, what you meant to happen doesn’t matter.”
>”I’ll say! You fucked up. Go look out the window!”
>”To the window with you. NOW. Go see what you ‘not meaning to do something’ gets you.”
“P-please. I don’t wan-”
>You were forced to put your hooves on your head when the pressure started growing.
>”Go, you insolent mare!”
>”Move girl!”
>”Just go look. What ONE PEEK going to do, huh?”
>Celestia make it stop!
>The low din of constant whispering that usually pervaded them voices became quicker and louder.
>It was like a sea of tiny mice, scratching and eating away the inside of your head.
>It was like they were eating their way into mind.
>Building nests.
>Breeding.
>Eating away even more to make room for the babies.
>Tears stream down your face.
“S-stop it! Go away!”
>”Are you denying us?”
>”What are you still sitting here for?! MOVE!.
>”Just. One. Peek.”
>They won’t stop.
>They’ll never stop!
>”GO!”
>You blearily get to your hooves but fell to your haunches as a wave of dizziness hits you.
>You put a forehoof over your stomach as it did backflips.
>”DO IT FILLY!”
>That was all the warning you got before you vomited.
>You wiped your mouth and did your best not to look at your bile.
>”ONE. PEEK.”
>You made a move to stand again but slipped on your own sickness and fell in it, hitting your head.
>Black tinged the edge of your vision with the fast paced beating of your heart.
>The voices quieted momentarily when you noticed something.
>All you could hear was the sound of your labored breath.
>You could feel the contents of your stomach working its way into your coat but you were frozen.
>From your position on the floor you eye caught something that could save you.
>A white bottle of prescribed pills on a shelf.
>You could barely make out the instruction label on the bottle.
>’Take two 200mg tablets per day. WARNING: DO NOT exceed this amount.’
>Your eyes widened when you realized why voices were silent.
“N-no...”
>A single voice whispered out to you in a disgustingly sultry tone.
>”Yes~...”
>The noise came back like a tidal wave.
>The scratching became louder.
>The voices were now unintelligible screams.
“PLEASE STOP!”
>Slowly you stood up against the screaming in your head.
>You shakily trotted towards the shelf across the room.
>In your head you were panicking.
>But the bottle was inviting and warm.
>It could help.
>It was worth the risk wasn’t it?
>Cacophony in your head wholeheartedly agreed with you.
>Your hoof was already reaching for the bottle before you came to your senses.
>You screamed at the top of your lungs.
“NO!”
>There was, however one other way to make them stop.
>The pressure was already unbearable by the time you reached the stairs.
>One other way to shut them up. 
>You couldn’t help but clutch your head in your hooves halfway to the top.
>One solution you hated more than the voice themselves yet loved more than anything.
“Augh!”
>You don’t know how long it took you to scoot up the last few steps against the roar and the pain.
>The feeling of sweet release the you got afterwards was SO good.
>The crawl to the bathroom was the most agonizing thing you’ve done in a while.
>That rush of happiness you felt; the feeling of liberating yourself and being in control for once.
>You barely made it through the door.
>But none of it was worth how much you hated yourself after doing it.
>It took longer than you would have wished to prop yourself up against the sink.
>That this is what it took to feel a little more normal...
>You ended up breaking your mirror with your stupid earth pony strength when you opened the cabinet.
>It disgusted you.
>On the bottom shelf lied two things:
>The fact was (and you knew it well) that you would never get the chance at being normal if you were forced to do this to yourself.
>A bottle of painkillers...
>You would never be beautiful.
>And a box of wonderful razor blades.
>You would never be loved.
>You forewent the painkillers for the razor blades.
>You hated what you did to yourself.
>You fumbled with one for a bit because you could calm your shaky hooves.
>You hated the voices in your head.
>When you got a grip on it you fell to your haunches and positioned the blade just above  the hoof on your foreleg.
>You hated yourself even more than them, though...
>You shakily slid it across making a cut.
>Because sometimes...
>”Stupid,”
>A the pain felt good as it flared up and the blood flowed.
>...you can’t really tell the difference...
>”Stupid,”
>You made another good yet, slightly more frantic cut at the sound of the voice.
>...between what the voices tell you...
“Earth pony.”
>...and what you felt about yourself.

>They’re gone.
>You were sitting on the bathroom floor.
>You were alone.
>It was quiet.
>Only the sound of your breathing kept you company.
>Thank Celestia, they’re gone.
>You sighed as your troubles flowed from your body.
>You felt.. good.
>At least for the moment.
>You know what you were doing to yourself was awful but for right now... you could just suppress the feelings of hate and self-loathing.
>You just wanted to relish in the feeling you had right now.
>To fade away in it.
>You knew how bad you were going to feel afterwards but you really didn’t care.
>At least you could pretend for right now, you were just fine.
>You made another cut.
>In your head, you knew otherwise.
>Your mind was like a battle ground.
>On the one side was the sane, rational part of your mind.
>The one that knew what you were doing to yourself was abhorrent.
>Wrong.
>You made another cut.
>You were as much a monster as the voices made you out to be for doing it.
>As much of a failure of a daughter as your parents made you out to be.
>On the other side was the one that was winning for now.
>The one that revealed in the feeling that you got from doing it.
>This was the one way you could feel any semblance of control over the train wreck that was your life.
>You made another cut.
>The one way you could liberate yourself from your demons.
>It was the side knew it felt SO GOOD.
>Why should you stop?.
>It was the equine side.
>You made another cut and said a familiar mantra.
“Pain is just weakness leaving the body...” you whispered.
>And you were very weak so you had a lot of pain to let out.
>And the best/worst part was that you if you could, you’d do it forever.
>Pain makes you forget.
>Pain makes the voices go away.
>You looked at the blade, a thin line of blood on the edge.
>Pain made you feel so close to being a normal pony...
>...yet so far away from one that it hurt.
>It made you feel good at the expense of how you felt about yourself.
>You monster.
>You positioned the blade above your already brutalized foreleg and looked at your reflection on the metal.
>You caught your eyes.
>Were you really happy?
>The good feelings flooded away.
>You sighed.
>Reality was overrated.
>You flinched as you made one last cut.
>It didn’t feel good anymore.
>You checked over you leg and winced.
>Your fur was matted with blood.
>There was even more on the floor.
>Quite a lot, actually.
>You know this, was bad.
>Really bad.
>Oh boy, Eri, you did it now.
>You got to your hooves to get a towel but was immediately hit with lightheadedness.
>Ok.
>It may have been worse than you thought.
>You take a minute to steady before grabbing a towel from the rack about the toilet.
>It takes you a minute to get the thing around your leg.
>Blood was already starting to be visible around its edges
>Any normal pony would have gone to the hospital.
>You look at yourself again, this time into the cracked mirror.
>You looked... tired.
>Worn out.
>It has been a long day.
>You had a bump on your forehead from when you fell.
>Bits of bile in your fur and mane from when you landed in it.’
>Your eyes were red and watery from the pain.
>You eyed the bottle of pain killers.
>It was sorely tempting.
>But the pain helps.
>Pain was good.
>But if it was good why did you feel so bad?
>Another wave of dizziness hit you.
>You needed to sit lie down.
>You clearly make your way down the hallway and into your bedroom.
>Normally you’d head straight to the little desk beside your bed to write but it just wasn’t in the cards today.
>Unceremoniously, you plop into your blankets and stare at the ceiling.
>You smiled a small, sad little smile at the words you had painted up there.
>’You survived another day.’
>You couldn’t find the will to move after.
>You grew more and more tired.
>Even more so dizzy.
>Before you drifted off into a much needed rest you chuckled a bit.
>At least this time you had to wash the sheets for different reasons.


>”Eri, are you ok? You don’t look so good.”
>Hubawhat?
>What the hell?
>What were you doing here?
>Where was here?
>You were sitting in a chair.
>You looked around.
>Nondescript ponies of all sorts walked to and fro around the cafe you were sitting at.
>Anonymous is sitting across the table from you looking concerned.
>How?
>”Eri really. If you aren’t feeling up to it we can just call off the date. I don’t mind.”
“W-what?”
>Date?!
>Anonymous looks even more concerned now.
>No!
>You couldn’t ruin this chance.
>Your stupid earth pony brain must have forgotten somehow.
>”Eri I-”
“No no, I’m fine,” you felt yourself say.
>Anonymous shook his head.
>”I don’t beleive you for a second.”
>He stood up and walked around the table towards you.
>This took all of two seconds but you spent it shirking backwards into your seat.
>Wow, he was tall.
>Really tall.
>Anon towered over you and his stature made it seem like he could pick you up and have his way with you if he wanted to.
>He reached out for you.
>You flinched.
>Whatever it was you were expecting didn’t happen.
>Instead he cleared you mane out of your face and looked you in the eyes.
>Not for long because you looked away.
>”Eri, tell me whats wrong.”
>You whimpered pitifully.
>You had so many questions.
>Why did he care?
>Why was he doing this?
>Why were you here?
>What the hell is happening?
>You apparently forgot about a date with anonymous while you were in the middle of it.
>There was no telling what all you did and didn’t remember.
>What all did you forget?
>You started to tear up.
>You hated feeling like this.
>You hated having almost no control over your life.
>”Eri, look at me.”
>He didn’t ask.
>His voice was strong and commanding just then and set off a few memories, not all of which were pleasant.
>Like dad’s.
>Like a good filly, you looked at him, albeit fearfully.
>He saw you look and sighed.
>”Eri please. Tell me what’s wrong.
>You didn’t see any kind of malice in his small eyes.
>Why did he care?
>”Please,” he pleaded.
>You looked away and sniffed.
“I-I don’t know w-why I’m here.”
>”Oh. Huh.”
>You shrank back even more.
>You didn’t mean it like that.
>Oh you made him mad.
>He’ll hate you forever.
>You’ll be a lonely mud pony forever because you said something dumb again.
>You stupid, stupid pony.
>”Hey, come with me. I’ll show you something. It usually cheers you up.”
>Usually ch-
>What was today?
>Just how much did you forget.
>At you not moving Anon asked again.
>”Eri please. For me.”
>You looked at him again.
>Right into his small little human eyes.
>”O-ok”
>Anonymous smiled and led you away and out of the cafe.
>The streets were surprisingly empty for the time of day.
>It was really quiet.
>You looked up at anon who walked in front of you.
>He either didn’t notice or didn’t mind.
>Both of those alarmed you.
>You started to get a feeling of fear.
>It came slowly at first but got worse the more distance you covered.
>Where was he taking you?
>Where is everypony?
>What all did you forget?!
>You eventually started hearing faint whispering and occasional laughter.
>What was going on?
>You eventually found yourself standing in front of a gate anon had opened for you.
>It was Anon’s house!
>But you had...
>What?
>This wasn’t possible.
>Anon was already at his door and unlocked it while you gapped outside of his yard.
>He looked over to you.
>”Well are you coming?”
>You couldn’t figure out for the life of you how to make any kind of sense out of the situation and instead just compiled like a good filly.
>The inside was dark.
>Really dark.
>And quiet.
>It scared you.
>Yet...
>You followed Anon in anyways.
>The door shut behind you and you jumped.
>There went the only source of light.
>You couldn’t see your hoof in front of your face.
“A-a-anon?”
>You got no answer which made your fur stand on end.
>You backed up fearfully and called out again.
“A-anon?”
>You bumped into the door.
>You breathing started to pick up.
>Celestia you felt like something was going to jump out of the black and consume you.
“Anon t-this isn’t f-f-funny!”
>Something shattered somewhere else in the house.
>You squealed in fear.
>You felt around the door, trying desperately to find the handle.
>Something else broke and you heard a disturbingly familiar sound.
>The small woosh of a fire igniting.
>You turn around and see a small orange glow emanating from a room at the end of a hallway.
>You can see the door now, though barely.
>You froze when you notice something.
>There is no handle
>The glow was getting brighter..
>You started to panic.
>This couldn’t be happening!
>You needed to get out of here!
>You went over to the curtains above a couch and flung them away.
>The window that surely was supposed to be behind them was boarded shut.
>Nailed into the wall.
>You look and find its the same for every window in the living room.
>The glow got brighter.
>You could smell smoke.
>No no no no no!
>You down the hallway into what would have been the kitchen.
>It was covered in flames.
>You cried out as cinders fell from the ceiling and burned you.
>There was a set of stairs to your right that you galloped up.
>There had to be a way out.
>And there was.
>A window in a room on your left was open, a gentle breeze blowing through it.
>You started to move towards it before the floor fell out from that room.
>The fire in the kitchen had burned through the floor.
>You went into the other rooms to find that all of their windows had been boarded shut.
>You were openly sobbing now.
>You didn’t want to die like this.
>Any way but this.
>You ran back downstairs and bump into Anon.
“Anonymous what are yo-”
>Anonymous was staring blankly into the flames.
>The fire was awfully close.
>He didn’t even look down when he said, “Why did you do this?”
>What?
“But I didn’t! Come on we need to go!”
>You tugged on his suit jacket trying to get him to move but he was rooted in place.
>”Why would you do this to me, Miss Eri?”
>You kept tugging.
“Anon we need to move! If you don’t you’ll die!”
>He didn’t move.
>The fire was now uncomfortably close.
>There was no way back to the living room.
>That corridor was wreathed in flames.
“Anon please. I don’t want to leave you here!”
>You couldn’t get him to go.
>You were forced away when tongues of orange started licking at his suit.
“ANON PLEASE MOVE!”
>He was on fire now.
>You couldn’t do anything to save him.
>His head turned one hundred and eighty degrees straight at you.
>His face...
>Oh Celestia...
>It was burned beyond recognition but it was somehow contorted in the most hateful look you could have ever imagined on somepony.
>He started to yell at you but his voice wasn’t his own.
>”Its just like you to do something like this you stupid whoarse!”
>Tears fell from your eyes as you backed away fearfully.
>You couldn’t look at him anymore and turned your head.
>”LOOK ME IN THE EYES, FILLY! I WASN’T ASKING!”
>You did as you were told.
>You had to watch anon get consumed by fire as you backed away from the approaching flames.
>”Do even know how much money we had to pay that servants family to keep them quiet?!”
>You whimpered.
>”I CAN’T HEAR YOU ERI!”
>You flinched.
“No, d-daddy.”
>”Well let me give you a ballpark, girl. Ten thousand. TEN THOUSAND BUCKING BITS!”
>You couldn’t see him through the flames anymore.
>You couldn’t stop crying.
”I’m sorry daddy! I didn’t me-”
>”Didn’t mean to? DIDN’T MEAN TO? Well then I guess that makes it all better.
>You make it to the top of the stairs but look down at the fire hopefully.
“R-really?”
>”No not really you stupid dirt pony! I’m sorry, Miss Eri, but since you didn’t mean to do that to that servant, then surely I don’t mean what I’m about to do to you.”
“N-no daddy please!”
>”SILVER PLATTER! Go out back and break off the largest branch from the cherry tree and bring it to me.”
>You try to run away but something picks you up and floats you back towards the fire.
“NO DADDY! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! I’M SO SORRY!”
>You cry out as the flames start licking at your tail, burning you.
>”You should have thought about that before you did it. Miss Eri, I’m going to teach your mother and I gave you that name.”
>Your flesh starts to burn away and you scream.
“PLEASE DADDY, I’M SORRY!”
>”That’s too bad, dear. It’s funny really. You always seem to want attention and yet you don’t want it now that I’m going to give it to you.
>You were fully enveloped in fire and agony screamed across your body.
>”You shouldn’t be so ungrateful, oh daughter of mine. Even if you aren’t a unicorn, you are still my favorite daughter.”
>You jolted awake breathing heavily.
>It was just a dream.
>A horrifying one, but just a dream.
>You took a bit to calm down.
>You room was bathed in orange by the light coming in through the window.
>It stung your eyes.
>You felt sweaty.
>No wait...
>Did you really?
>You pissed the bed.
>...
>You stupid mud pony.
>You roll off the bed and felt terrible.
>But you need to start cleaning.
>To walked to the bathroom, pain flaring up in your foreleg after each step.
>You took a few pain killers and started to clean up your mess.
>The blood.
>The puke.
>The piss.
>You stupid...
>Dirty...
>Earth pony.


>You tossed the last of your bedsheets into the washer.
>That should be it.
>You looked down at the towel on your leg.
>Eh...
>You sit on your haunches and gingerly unwrap your wounds.
>Its some nasty business.
>Flakes of dry blood fell as you removed the towel.
>Your fur was matted with it.
>Cuts run up and down your leg.
>While normally you were meticulous with it, but this time it looked sloppy.
>Some overlapped preexisting scars.
>Most of the cuts looked closed up or were closing.
>You should be fine.
>You tired to move the limb and grimaced. 
>Maybe.
>You tossed the towel in with the blankets and started the machine.
>Now that you were washing your fabrics you needed to wash yourself.
>If not because of the puke then for the feeling of walking with blood matted fur.
>You trotted back upstairs into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror.
>You were a mess.
>Celestia were you ugly right now.
>More so than you usually were and thats saying something.
>You went and started a shower.
>Steeping in, the hot water burned you and turned up the cold.
>It still stung against your leg but it was bearable.
>For a while you just stood under the steady stream coming out of the showerhead.
>You liked it.
>It was... relaxing.
>You watched as the blood washed down your leg and made a red murky trail to the drain.
>Every time you did cut and showered, you imagined that you were a warrior who just got back from a battle.
>In a way you were.
>You go to battle with your monsters everyday.
>Your side never wins.
>You always come back a little more wounded than the last time.
>But you survive.
>So yes, in a way you were a warrior.
>You finished up washing and hopped out of the shower.
>Or maybe you were just stupid.
>More likely the former.
>You went back to the mirror.
>The damn thing was still cracked from earlier.
>But didn’t hide your attractive features.
>You cleared your mane away from the center of your forehead.
>Where a horn would go.
>You sighed.
>You’d make such a pretty unicorn.
>You pulled the cabinet door open and pulled out a bit of mascara.
>It made you feel a little less ugly.
>You liked to think that it would make up for what you lacked.
>You thought it did.
>But you knew better.
>You put it back when you finished with it.
>You then pulled out a brush and ran it through your hair.
>This was a chore for your clumsy hooves.
>If only you could do magic...
>When you finished you looked to the mirror.
>A slightly less unsightly earth pony stared back at you.
>You look down at yourself but can only seem to focus on the scars and cuts.
>You sigh again.
>Nopony would ever love a pony like you.
>You stepped away from the mirror and headed to the stairs.
>And slipped on a pillow case.
>You fell the rest of the way down the stairs.
>Fucking great job, Eri!
>You hated being clumsy.
>You rubbed your head and winced.
>That’s going to be another bump.
>You took the case and tossed it on the washer for later.
>Speaking of, the washers cycle was done.
>You moved the blankets and growled.
>Nopony likes a bed wetter.
>Normal ponies don’t do that, Eri.
>You’re such a fuck up.
>You just brushed your hair and now its a mess.
>You guess it hardly mattered anyways.
>It’s not like you were going anywhere.
>You finished moving all the stuff into the dry in started it.
>You really wanted to get out of the house for a bit.
>You needed air.
>You trotted into your living room and an object caught your attention.
>A certain bottle.
>An inviting bottle.
>The one that promised to make them go away but didn’t work half the time.
>You glared at it.
“This is all your fault you peice of shit.”
>You kept up your look of hate as if it could make a response.
>And it couldn’t.
>”But guess who can?” a voice sing-songed in a volume akin to that of a whisper.
>No not now!
>”Oh stop it, earth pony.”
>”You’ve screwed up enough that you deserve a break. It’s just that you need to be corrected on one little fact.”
>You ran outside in a vain attempt to get away from the voices in your head.
>There went your mascara.
>You were such a crybaby.
>”This is all...”
“S-stop.”
>”Your fault.”
>You sat on the steps and sighed.
>They were right.
>”You peice of shit.”
>As always.
>After that you didn’t hear anything else for a while and you just looked up at the moon.
>Your house happened to be at the end of a T-junction in the street which also happened to give you a view of a familiar place.
>Canterlot.
>The mountain city hung of the face of cliff in the distance.
>The moon hung above it making the scene look almost picturesque.
>But you hated the view.
>It only served to remind you of all your screw ups.
>And just how much of a failure you were.
>You caught the smell of smoke still lingering in the air.
>You couldn't do anything right.
>You looked away and sighed.
>Somepony stands in your field of vision.
>Or rather some human.
>Anonymous was a mess.
>His normally laid back demeanor was gone.
>He looked tired.
>Defated.
>His normally well kept suit was worn and covered in soot and ash.
>You did that.
>He was usually so happy.
>At least on the surface.
>Whenever you saw Anon in public you used to watch him out of curiosity.
>He was odd.
>He would talk and be sociable but had little moments of quiet.
>You could see the sadness in his eyes sometimes.
>You often saw a little of yourself in him.
>He must be so lonely.
>The only one of his kind...
>And he had lost his house.
>Because of you.
>...
>You are the worst kind of pony.
>The both of you made eye contact after looking each other over.
>There it was again.
>His eyes may have been way smaller than anypony’s but they could still show the same emotion.
>There was that look of deeper sorrow.
>You always saw him talking with somepony...
>But...
>..maybe he was just as lonely as you.
>For different reasons obviously, but still just as lonely.
>No.
>He shouldn’t associate with you.
>He wouldn’t.
>You freak.
>He stood on the side with your uninjured fore leg so you moved the cut up one back in an attempt to hide it.
>Hopefully he didn’t see it.
>After some unknown internal debate he put on a little smile and walked over to you.
>He’s doing it!
>Anon came plodding slowly as if he was unsure.
>You looked at him and could only think one thing.
>He was tall.
>Really tall.
>Anonymous sat down next to you on the steps without looking at you.
>You scooted away a little bit because you're an awkward piece of crap.
>He doesn’t spare you a glance and instead looked up at the moon.
>You weren’t really upset by it.
>Even a rock in the sky was prettier than you.
>“Looks like were both a little down on our luck, eh? Somepony decided they didn’t like my house,” he says with a sigh.
>You actually flinched when he said that.
>Come on, Eri.
>Don’t fuck this up.
>You whimpered.
>...
>Great job.
>After that you both just sat there.
>You don’t know if he was enjoying your company but to be honest with yourself...
>You were actually enjoying his.
>You at least hoped he was enjoying yours.
>Hey, maybe he was.
>Anon would have left if he wasn’t right?
>You don’t really know but you didn’t want to fuck anything up.
>If you kept your stupid mouth shut maybe you could make him feel better by being there.
>Like he’s somehow doing for you.
>So that's the way it was.
>Two lonely souls down on their luck sitting together trying to enjoy one anothers company.
>Or at least, it was like that for another five or so minutes before Anon stood abruptly and stretched.
>“Well, it’s been nice Miss Eri but I need to get going. See ya around, I guess.”
>And just like that, the person making you feel better gets up and walked away.
>No!
>You should say something you fool!
>Anything!
>You wasted most of those precious moments fighting your own damnable introversion to say something.
>When finally you opened your mouth you could only whisper as he went out of sight.
“W-wait...”
>And he was gone.
>You blew it.
>He noticed you and you blew it.
>Good job.
>Anonymous gave a stupid pony like you the time of day and you cocked up.
>For the longest time, you were staring at the last place you saw him walk to.
>But a little fledgling thought wormed its way into your head.
>You needed to find him.
>You needed to do something for him.
>You didn't know what.
>You didn't know why.
>You just... need to do something.
>And you know what?
>You may know what to do....
>To say you had no friends would be a lie.
>She might be a little upset about you knocking at this hour but you needed to do this.
>You had to make up for his house somehow.
>It was a stupid little plan but then again you were just a stupid earth pony.
>You got up off your flank and start walking.
>Everypony should already know who your one friend is.
>It was Ponyville after all.
>And Pinkie Pie knew everypony in Ponyville.

END OF DAY 01