Every single day I wake up at like 3ish, if I wake up any later it'll be too hot to start my job.
And what job might that be, breaking rocks in the sun. I've been doing it ever since I was little, because I'm too lazy to leave the farm.
This is is my story.
Beep goes the goddamned alarm clock which is a rock somehow, I groan, my back feels like my mattress is made out of rocks which it is. I get dressed into my clogs, clogs are amazing. I leave through the portcullis in my room, see my room runs along into the rock ravaged rumpus room. The room is full of instruments enought to make up several bands. See I play rock guitar in my rock band as rock audiences who are rocking out while we play rock.
Running off that room is the breakfast room also known as a kitchen. I go into the the kitchen, now I am in the kitchen. While I am the only one in the kitchen, I wonder what I should do in the kitchen, it's rare to be the only one in the kitchen as the kitchen is suck a wonderful room.
Oh yes I remember I'm here to exhume my favourite cereal from the cupboard that is it's grave. My favourite cereal is crunchy nut clusters, because they're as hard as rock. So soon my rock carved bowl appears full of rock milk and my rock cereals with my rock utensils. I remember the first time I tried to eat this cereal, all of my teeth fell out. It really hurt, but now teeth are slightly harder than rock.
The sound of me eating my breakfast is like some distorted orchestra, in other words it's the most beautiful sound you can hear. After washing my dishes in the sink, we hint have water we have very fine rock dust, that cuts very finely into skin. Still my skin hasn't calloused to be able to withstand
That particular onslaught. The Brussels on my toothbrush are themselves very fine rocks, that cut and tear my gums. Each morning I nearly choke on my own blood.
I proceed to my shower, the rock dust dissolves me, till I am but skeletal remains. I get out of the shower and decide to check on my family, far back in the Forrest behind the farm I travel. Theron a small clearing in the centre of the shrub. Four headstones face away. I make my way around and look upon the graves.
Resting on each is a pile of rocks, engraved with a name.
One for my mother, one for my father and two for my sisters.
I have a quick chat with them to see if they're okay, instead of responding they talk amongst themselves. I leave knowing that they're still ignoring me for some reason.
When the lights go out or sometimes
Sometimes the lives of those closest to you are lies, sometimes from the suns first light to its last they wear a mask and sometimes just sometimes the faćade will fall, revealing them. Just like when the lights go out.
Sometimes they wear masks because they are insecure, shy and afraid.
Sometimes it's because they are truly broken and can't allow others to see who they really are for fear of rejection.
Sometimes it's because they hate who they are on the inside and have to fake it to make it.
Always because they are hurting inside.
Rainbow Dash is one of these such ponies, this is her story.
In the sky above Ponyville well before sun up, a lone Pegasus flies around, "training" as she ritualistically calls it. Except most mornings there's tears in her eyes. She would never admit that to another living soul though, all her confidence and bravado aside she hurting and she's scared. She trains so much because she scared that she's not good enough, a failure. She flies like a fleeing animal desperately trying to outrun her fears.
"YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE WHORE, I PROVIDE FOR YOU, PUT A GODDAMN ROOF OVER YOUR UNGRATEFUL LITTLE HEAD and this is what I get" Screamed the irate Pegasus as he advanced, stepping over the unconscious or dead body of a Pegasus mare.
Rainbows father was a very very unstable and violent stallion, he downright abusive to Rainbow and her mother.
He was once a member of the Wonderbolts, but rainbow never knew that.
He constantly harboured resentment for his wife and daughter as they had forced him to resign and get some crappy job at the weather team.
He started to drink heavily, and every night remind Rainbow of how she made him give up his job, and that he was the last good flyer in the family and how Rainbow would never amount to anything, especially if flying was involved.
He told her every single night and day that she wasn't good enough, and at that age she believed him, even today still she believes him.
Every day a Rainbow wakes up before the sun and flies, none of those tricks however, she flies straight and she flies fast.
Trying to out run him.
Trying to outrun her father.
It was the constant abuse at home which led to her acting out at school, which lead to more abuse at home which lead to her acting out worse.
It was a vicious cycle.
Many nights she would stay at "friends" house which was really sleeping in gutter or squatting, she would rather be homeless that at home with him.
Everyday at flight school she was reminded of how she was and would always be a failure, with the rainbow crash and all.
The story she told of how she got her cutie mark was a lie, it actually happened because she threatened to "bash their skulls in and ripoff their wings and choke them with them, so they could see how good at flying they really were" of a group of bullies, when they didn't back off she did actually attack one doing irreversible damage to his wing.
After that she sprinted away lest get in trouble and have to face her dad.
She ran away from Cloudsdale and flew down to Ponyville.
She met Applejack, the nicest pony she had ever met, she didn't judge her she complemented her flying.