Breaking Point

Quiet. Nothing but silence. Everything and everyone was completely and utterly silent. Why? Why were they so quiet? Did somepony do something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Why were they all looking at me? This was my best friend's birthday party, surely it's because I'm the guest of honor, and everyone is speechless to see me? But they would be cheering and welcoming me.. But no, everyone stood in silence, watching me, judging me. Not a single one blinked, not even once. There were only 4 kids, not including me. My friend wasn't even there. Not at her own birthday party? Leaving me with these pathetic excuses of Equestrian beings? There was only one pony there I liked. How dispicable of her. And I though she was my best friend. I hoped to stop this horrifying event by walking over to the table and taking a seat. No, everyone kept their pupils locked to my face. I was getting angry, very, very angry.

"What's your problem?" A kid piped up.

"What's my problem? I'll tell you what my problem is, I'm here to celebrate an amazing day, and here I show up, minding my own buisness. And everyone just stares, do they have a reason? NO! But they still do it, why? Because I'm diffirent? Shame on you dispicable little wastes of life!" I shouted.

One kid started crying, he was so scared of me. I just smiled, the fact someone is genuinely scared of me made my heart soar.

"You should watch your language!" Another kid jumped up.

I was about to lose it. I turned and looked around, trying to find some way out. I eyed a kitchen knife, soon enough I got a good idea.. No it was a horrible idea, It would ruin my life forever. Just drop it, forget about it. I think one kid saw me looking at it though, he shut right up.

I was now certain nearly everypony in the room was terrified of me. That was good, maybe they'll treat me with some respect.

The sister of of my so called friend at last revealed herself, outfitted in a dreadful silky blue dress, complete with a giant hat. Looking at it sickened me. Along with her showed up my old friend, Sweetie Bell.

"Hey Silver!" she called out to me.

"Hey Squeaks, nice to finally see you," I called back. "Squeaks" is my nickname for her because of the way her voice squeaks.

"Like it?" she questioned me with a sly look on her face. With a little twirl she showed off a soft pink and white gown, small enough for a filly. Unlike her sister's monster of a so called dress, the gown went perfectly with her. It really complimented her mane and eyes, those adorable little eyes. She was perfect.

"You look.. amazing," I whispered softly.

"Aw, come on Silver, you're being shyer than Fluttershy would ever be, speak up and have fun! It's a party!"

She was right, just because the intro to the party was awful, doesn't mean it will stay like that.

"Alright darlings, here's a nice batch of cookies for you," Rarity said as she brought in a plate full of delicious, brown chocolate cookies.

The party was good, for a time. Nothing exciting happened for a good hour or so. We tried playing pin the tail on the pony. Needless to say one kid got a tail pinned to him. It hurt him pretty bad because the kid pinning thought pushing the pin in hard like a knife was a good idea. Then everypony except me danced. I hate dancing. Why would anyone stand on a floor and look retarded untill some rediculous song was over. Nobody cares about what the parasprite says.

Did I tell you I'm not a happy camper? I hate my name, and I hate almost everypony besides Sweetie Bell. My mother thinks there's something wrong with me, and she even considered taking me to a mental hospital once. I don't know why though, I didn't do anything wrong. Maybe she just hates me. Everypony started dancing again. Whoopty doo.

In the midst of the excited cheers and laughing. One pony walked in, and it changed my life forever.

He was Diamond Tiara's coltfriend. He was meaner than anypony you could imagine.

"Well well well, looks like the blank flank is celebrating the worst day in the history of the world, her birthdate," he growled.

"Leave you big bully, no one invited you here," A random kid said.

Without hesitating, he walked over, and with a roar, pushed the kid down.

"Anypony else got something to say!?" the Bully roared.

"You big dumb meanie!" Sweetie Bell cried as she thrust herself at him."

With a quick smack, the bully knocked her out.

I panicked, I got angry. He was going to kill her, I had to do something. With a quick swipe, I socked him right in the eye. He barely flinched and knocked me back a couple feet.

I ran back up to him and tried to push him down, suprisingly it worked, and he fell like a  weight. It was useless though, he was so big he could kill me if he wished. I wasn't wrong, he pulled a kitchen knife from a drawer and waved it menacingly at me. Many kids were screaming and crying.

He started talking down to me, I guess he thought since he held a knife he was immortal. Wrong.

With the thinking that he was going to kill me, I acted as quick as I could. I punched him in the snout, and grabbed the knife. I took a swing across his right foreleg, the blade swept through the leg, gooey blood seeped out as he yelled in pain. While I was confident he would be defenseless now, the adrenaline told me to continue. I zipped towards him and thrust the bloody knife into his chest. There was a horrible squishing sound.

Blood sprayed inro the air quicker than an out of control sprinkler, and some even got in my mouth. I let go of the knife. The body hit the floor immediately. Wiping the blood off of my face, I began to laugh. Why? It was funny, the sound and the way he just plummeted to the ground. it was an amazing feeling. He was dead, I saved my friend's life. I'm a hero. Everyone began to scream with delight as they skipped around the room.

It wasn't enough.. no it really wasn't.. The feeling was gone as quick as it arrived. I needed more. The adrenaline was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and It couldn't stop, no, not now. The screams got on my nerves, they didn't deserve to make any noise. I pulled the knife out of the body chuckling. I ran over to another kid.. he was banging on the door screaming, I readied the knife, and pounced onto my prey. Right into his back, the sound of the blade piercing the tender skin was music to my ears. It felt great. I turned him over, and he was dying quickly. Not satisfied, I kicked him off the knife, and cut down his crotch area. He was dead now, but it was still fun. I kicked the body away, and went on to the next pony. A filly was smashing the glass, unable to break it, she burst out with tears of joy. I leapt on her, and with one fell swoop I dug the knife into her eye. The scream of agony was unbelievably wonderful, like listening to a wonderful singer. The amount of blood was unbelievable considering it was the eye. As the screaming continued, I cut a large incision into the filly's stomach and ripped it open. I pulled at the gut and cut it, and before I knew it the filly was dead. I jumped off the motionless corpse and looked for another victim. One colt was about to open the door and escape. Thinking quickly, I threw the knife at his head, he was instantly sent into the afterlife. I knew there was one kid left, and Rarity. I heard crying from upstairs. "Bingo" I said to myself.

I collected my knife with a blissful crunching sound as I removed it from the mangled remains of a colt's head. I stepped up the stairs as loud as I could, aiming to drive terror into my victims' hearts. I ran into the room. And saw my friend's sister and the one kid I acctually liked other than my friend. I knew there could be no witnesses, I ran over and slit her throat, with the aim to kill her without too much pain being dealt to her.

I proceeded to kick Rarity right into the wall. I forced her mouth open, and with a skillful slice I cut the mare's tounge right out, and jabbed the back of her throat multiple times. I think she was unable to scream, and heavy breathing erupted from the mutilated remains of her throat. The blood looked like foam, I licked it up for some ungodly reason, and it tasted wonderful. The screams from her were a bit annoying but blissful nonetheless. I cut into her heart to finish her off, the blood was incredibly tasty and plentiful. I had to wipe the blood off my face as there was so much I couldn't even see.

I returned to my love, who was still knocked out. What should I do? I love her so much, but she can't find out about this, not now, not ever. She would hate me, and the only pony I'd ever truly loved would leave me, WHAT DO I DO?

"It'll be okay," I spoke to her unconscious corpse, as I tyed her up, gagged and blinded her using some old makeshift fun toys in the closet. "It'll be okay, Sweetie Bell.. I promise."