It felt good. But I never said yes.

Where did my choices go.

Where did anything I said ever go.

How would the story begin? The beginning? Dinky didn't know the beginning of the failure. Maybe it started before she was born. Her sisters Cloudkicker and Sparkler did always seem to, if not actively hate each other, at least find the faults that the two had and try to turn everything into a competition. Her mother's eyesight was failing. Her dad was dead years. And didn't didn't know what her plans for Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns entailed anymore. She loved her equinity sisters of Mare Mare Mare, but they were sometimes too harsh on judging ponies who decided that they weren't right for them. And Dinky's grades after that semester fucked her GPA. Breathe, Dinky. Let the voices stop.

Do you want them to stop? I don't think you do. You little ponies like feeling inadequate. Or at least you do. You and your nice-

Problem. Dinky had a problem. She looked at her crooked horn and tried to get her aura to calm down. It fluctuated a hue of colors inside and outside through the emotional spectrum. Shifting blues, reds, yellows, black. Those were common. Never green. She didn't feel a good deal of will after that happened seven years ago. The thing that made her grow up. Both mentally and physically. She had gotten her cutie mark then. Though she did have to hide it for weeks because it would have made waves in the idyllic town of Ponyville. After all, she was just a unicorn with little voices and her magical font didn't work right.

They tried to fix it. The surgeries. Twinges of pain. Drugs. Exercise. No matter. It was always because of her brain, only the doctors didn't tell her until the last time she was able to be in the Children's Wing of the Ponyville Hospital- the free clinic for the children. You know, the place where dreams go to die.

Dinky shook her head and wiped a hoof over her face to clear away the tears. She was imperfect. She was born imperfect. Everybody else was born perfect and she got to see the rejects. She was a reject. Her life was framed by rejection.

Do you remember Prom? How good you looked in that dress of yours? And you with those two stallions on your arm? What a looker. If only your mother hadn't set up the dates with them. What was the name of the mare you wanted to ask out? I know you know.

She breathed. She wouldn't let the voices begin to make her think the thoughts again. They were just-

Silence. Dinky's side hurt as she picked herself up. She looked around. Her side hurt. Every time she moved. she could feel a shooting pain in her side. Wasn't her sister Cloudkicker and her husband Thunderlane with her? What did she do?

daydreams.

They didn't tell the future or anything. They weren't memories. They just made her paranoid with fear.

But how would her story begin?

Maybe she would start at the beginning and work her way up.

Author's Note

What does that mean?