I'm always here for you

Scootaloo looked around the room that she was in. Most of it was dark, but there we're a few things that she could see. She soon realized that this was her old living room. She gave an anther look around and saw something move. It must be my head.... She thought staring in the direction she thinks it fled to, Yeah... Just my head. For a few more moments she trying to prove herself wrong. Nothing moved in the hallway. She looked away and waited for what she was her soon to be death.

After what felt like what forever, she heard the front door open. She didn't even bother bringing her head up. She knew who it was. Who else could it be?

"Glad to see your happy," came her mom's voice.

"Shut up."

"What did you say to me?"

Scootaloo looked at her mom square in the eye, "I said 'shut up.'"

Scootaloo's mom got an angry look, then one of insanity, which made Scootaloo cringe. Her mom looked at her and started to faintly laugh. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy making you suffer," she said.

Scootaloo knew she wasn't gonna make quick either way so she figure to at the least insult her before she had her mouth taped shut or something. "What ever you say Ms. Bitch."

"Aren't you full of great comebacks today," her mom said flatly.

"Why, yes I am," Scootaloo said sarcastically.

Her mom smirked, "I got an idea. How about I let you fight me?"

Scootaloo rolled her eyes, she knew her mom had the advantage. Not only her size, Scootaloo she was the one that was going to fight with a knife. "Very well."

"Excellent," her mom said.

Scootaloo once again saw something move in the corner of her eye, but she didn't focus on it she had bigger problems then a rat or something to worry about.

Her mom released her from her table. "Ready to die," her mom said evilly.

"I don't wanna die..." Scootaloo said simply, "so your gonna have to...."

"Yeah, what ever you say," her mom said, "now lets..."

Her mom glanced and realized she was missing something vital... her knife. "DAMMIT I MUST OF LEFT IT IN THE CAR!"

she grabbed scootaloo and tied one of her hooves to wood platform that held she moments ago. "I'll be back."

"I'll be waiting."

Scootaloo watched her mom go outside, then she heard a voice. A voice she didn't wanna hear her. "Scoots?"

Scootaloo glanced at the source, "You shouldn't be here."

"Yeah... well I am," the voice said walking from the darkness.