Red Twister

I remember the day perfectly, I was sitting on the edge of the cloud that was our home which was originally Rainbow Dashes who is now my mom and I was White Whirl, i have her rose eyes but they are a lighter color, a lighter version of her rainbow mane, my coat is pure white, and my cutie mark is a light rainbow tornado with a white feather on the left side, i was sitting on the cloud I was admiring Cloudsdale when I felt a push, a laugh, wind in my face, wings clinging to my body, and pain. Then I passed out.

I woke up in the hospital when nurse Red Heart was taking bandages of my face.

She said that every pony thought I was dead.

I used to be beautiful and cute, now there were stitches in huge lines almost all over my face, you could tell who I was, but not by much.

Then the thought came to me, why did none of my family save me? Didn't I scream? Did they want me to die? Had they ever loved me? I loved them. So why didn't they save me?

Then one day I got a little stuffed animal.

It was a bunny, it had white fur a pink belly and long ears. But the thing we had most in common was our faces. My Bunnys eyes were two black buttons and a mouth of hideous stitches. But I liked it. It was my best friend the only one who could understand me. He listened, kept my secrets, and all the secrets I had already became his. He even talked to me. My life was happy again.

Then my questions came back to me.

And they made me understand that my family never loved me. So I would not love them.

And I became what I am now.

I am not the sweet little White Whirl anymore, I am Red Twister, and I will not stop until the cloud they call home is red with their blood.