She got her period. She wasn't pregnant. It was okay. Everything was okay. No it wasn't that was a lie. The walls told her it was okay but she knew, she knew it wasn't. Her life was never perfect but it was better once upon a time. Before her mothers death. That's why he hated her so much. She was just a baby it wasn't her fault. But it was. She cried into the bottle night after night. Drinking her sorrows away. It was exactly what her dad did. Only he ran the house she ran a closet. She only went out to get her fix. Stealing from different stores weekly. She had cut down on drinking but she still did it. She needed to be sober in a week, school would be starting. She didn't want to see Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon. She just wanted to sleep. Sleeping was safe, when she was sleeping nothing was real. When she slept she never had dreams. She saw black.

The week went by in a pattern, get drunk, sleep, get raped, sleep, get beat, get drunk and sleep. It was a custom now, something that is going to keep happening forever. Sunday was different though. She just got hurt by her dad all day, he went theough the back door dry. It hurt badly. No time for getting drunk. When it was over she had to get to school. It went on through the whole night. She cried the whole time. Her quilt was ruined by blood and seamen.

Mr. Caramel's class is her favorite. He is nice to everypony, especially Scootaloo. He notices that she is hungover. He caught her sleeping in class with a pounding headache. She threw up all over the table she was at. He didn't get mad. Even though she doesn't pay attention and doesn't even know what class he teaches he is still nice to her. He let her sleep and eat whatever food he had leftover from his lunch. But he got too close. He wasn't her father, he was gentile and sweet but he made her feel uncomfortable. During the next few weeks she ate in his class, she never spoke one word. Just ate. It was nice and somepony other than the walls were talking to her. Then he licked her neck. No, this wasn't happening, she felt dizzy. She needed to run and hide. She needed to leave. She needed a drink. She needed a cigaret. A new hobby that Mr. Caramel told her to try. It made the drinking taste better. She needed help.
"Come on Scootaloo," he said kissing her on the mouth. Her father never did this kind of thing. He never bothered. He went in dry and came out wet. He locked her neck up and down sucking at the sensitive spots. It sent shivers down her spine. He kissed her again only deeper, his tung went down her throat and intertwined with hers. When he moved his head a small bit of drool connected to their mouths. He was panting and she was frozen with pleasure. Her brain hated it, she wanted t to stop but she couldn't talk. He set her on the table, legs spread and dangled over the edge. His penis was totally erect, "This may hurt," he said snickering to himself, he was nice about it. Unlike her father he entered her slowly. Trying not to hurt her. She wanted to yell and scream but nothing came out. She repeated "no" in her head over and over. He didn't stop. It got faster soon. He was pushing it in so far it pained her, her fathers wasn't this big. He was close, so close then she could go sleep. She could drink and disappear. Never to be seen again. He came inside her, just like her father. All stallions are the same. She got some feeling back after he left. He locked the door so she couldn't leave. Her crotch hurt. It always did. She had no tissues to clean it with. She tried squeezing it but she just peed. She was a mess, a dirty weak mess that deserved to die.

All night he stayed in the class room. She had three cigarets one lighter and half a bottle. She seemed to just keep those things in her saddle bags. Within minutes the cigarets were gone and the bottle was empty. She fell asleep again drunk.

She grabbed a chair and smashed the window. The glass looked beautiful I the moonlight. It was obvious Mr. Caramel wasn't coming back. She pocketed the glass and flew home at top speed. He will be angry that she was late. She can't be late. If this continues she might not live. She will die. She needs to tell somepony. Somepony like Rainbow Dash. It won't matter if she disowns her. She deserves it for being weak. When she got home he was in her room. Waiting. She knew what was to come and didn't waste any time. Blow, suck and fuck. That's how he works. She know this. Sometimes he grabs a weapon to turn him on even more, she hates him.
"Your late," he says grabbing the knife with his magic. Pe pushed her down on the ground. No blow or suck he is going in dry. As he pumped the knife trailed her side, cutting her every once and awhile. He came on her. His whiteness covering her backside.
"No." She said when he tried the back door. She hated it. It hurts more that way. Her vision turned black again.

"Rainbow Dash," Scootaloo called in the street. She left her house, the streets are nicer and cooler. She felt alive. But she was trapped by that face. Her face. It followed her everywhere. It wouldn't leave her alone. She was ugly. Dirty. Useless. "Hey squirt." She heard the voice, it was close but far. She turned around and saw Rainbow Dash. But as she went for a hug Rainbow Dash disappeared and pictures of Scootaloo's tombstone showed up. "Weakling your dead to me! Loser! I can't believe I called you my sister!" The words killed Scootaloo.

The booze was gone the cigarets were wet. She needed a job, or she needed to stop ruining her life. One of the two and option number one seemed more realistic. Mr. Caramel gave her A's as long as she sucked him and humped him. He was the principal as well. Who knew? She started sleeping more and more. One day she woke up with 'Fillyfooler' written on her face. She didn't care. Just to show that she didn't she walked up to the cutest colt in school and kissed him tung and all in front of everypony. She got what she wanted, to be left alone and suspension. Life sucked for her. She was throwing it all away and she didn't care. She missed he period twice in a row already. Maybe she is pregnant. Maybe she should tell somepony about her problems. Maybe she should stop drinking. Maybe means no. Its never going to happen.

Author's Note

I know it seems half assed but I'm very busy this week getting my eyebrow pierced and it's Christmas week! Yay! I promise my next chapter will be longer and way more eventful. Just bear with me guys! Merry Christmas and happy holidays!