It was self defense.
The blood on my hooves. It had all been self defense. Nopony could blame me, right?
It’s not like I just killed her because I was bullying her again. No, she had a knife. That filly had been holding a knife. But even with how annoying she could be, with the bullying and teasing and constant abuse, that filly was never one to murder, right? She would never have snapped like that.
Except it would have made sense if she had. It was obvious to everyone that we weren’t on the best terms, after all. A fair share of bad words and harassment had been thrown from both sides. Of course, none had been more harsh than the other. One of them had tried to murder someone before! Or, at least, COULD have… seriously hurt somepony…
But that never happened! Why am I thinking about that all of a sudden? I almost laughed at the body on the ground before me, before promptly turning and vomiting once again. That smell. That god awful smell. The smell of blood and gore and death. I can’t stand it.
The apple trees around me accented the flavor of the scent in my mouth. Why had I murdered her here? Why had it happened here? Why did it happen in the first place?
I turned again to the body, my stomach thoroughly emptied. She just lay there, unmoving. Well, of course she wouldn’t move. She was dead. I had murdered her. And there, right next to her, that was the knife. The knife wasn’t bloody…
I picked it up. Stood on two hooves. I slashed my chest. I screamed.
The knife was bloody now. I held my chest and laid the knife back down, a shaking smile rising to my face. See? I-It had been self defense. She had even cut me. That’s right. She came at me, screaming at me about bullying. I screamed right back about her giving me the same treatment. Then she had pulled the knife on me and had managed to slash me.
N-Nopony would have believed me otherwise. If I didn’t have a scratch on me, then nopony would believe me. Nopony ever listened to me.
Maybe it was because of who I was? I don’t know. I tried my best.
But I failed a lot. I only had a few friends. Maybe two in the entire class.
I suddenly started crying. “I’m a murderer… I-I killed somepony… I’m too young… It should’ve been me… Nopony likes me anyway… It should have been me… It should have been me…”
I looked at the knife again. It had my blood on it already.
Already? Yes. I- she hurt me. She cut me. Every day, every time she talked back to me after I fought with her and she fought with me. That was when she cut me. But today I cut myself. Today, I was the one hurting.
R-right?
That’s what she wanted.
To make me pay.
She never said much to me, but I knew.
She hated my friends.
She hated me.
She hated me a lot.
She wanted me to pay.
“I-I’ll give you what you want… I-It’s the least I can do… I-I murdered you, after all. The last I can do… I-Is make you happy…”
I picked up the body. As well as I could, I mean. Sat her up. Dried blood was all over her face. “Oh, now… I-I know you can look pretty. I never told you this, but I always thought you looked p-pretty…” Gently licking my hooves, grimacing as I tasted blood there as well, I wiped away the blood on her face. Seeing that that wasn’t enough, I whipped my tail around and used that. “T-there! C-cleaned up…”
She sat still, at least. She didn’t say a word to me. Not a single bad word. “T-thank you… I know I treated you badly sometimes, b-but maybe now, me and you can be friends?”
Gently, I took the knife and carved a small smile into her face. I felt tears rolling down my face. I smiled, almost as though the smile carved was into my own cheeks. “T-there,” I shouted happily, sobbing, as she smiled back at me. “I-I knew you and I could be the best of friends!”
Not a word. Not a bad word. She never really said anything too bad to me. In fact, sometimes she was really very quiet. It was just somedays when somepony was pushed too far.
I pushed her too far, didn’t I?
I didn’t mean to!
Nopony means to murder somepony.
B-but I honestly didn’t! I don’t know why she attacked me!
Don’t I? I hurt her a lot.
N-No, she hurt me too!
And? That doesn’t mean you can murder her!
“I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO IT,” I screamed, sobbing. My scream laced the air, echoing around the emptiness. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to do it.
But I did.
The apple trees did not answer. Why. Why had she brought me out here? Why had I met her here? Why had I come here?
“Why. Why. WHY!?”
I sobbed, big bubbling tears. The bitter salt of them fell from my face, mixing with the blood. I tried to stand, but my hooves kept slipping in her blood. Why was there so much blood?
That’s right. The blood was mine.
I looked at the gaping wound in my chest. The blood was mine. Our blood was mixing together.
“W-we’re… F-friend’s… Right?... Y-you… You like me… You’re smiling… You won’t hurt me… I won’t hurt you anymore…”
I smiled, tears rolling down my face. “I can’t hurt anypony anymore…”
I gasped as I slipped. So much blood. I don’t know whose blood I slipped in.
The knife fell. I fell on it.
I won’t be hurting anypony anymore.
*~*~*~
The police sighed, looking at the two bodies. “Two fillies,” the one named Deputy Star said. “God, I hate when it’s kids…”
The other stallion, Prison Block, sighed. “How does it seem to have played out?”
“Well, the smaller one lives here. Name’s Applebloom, I think. Seems like she had a knife, and tried to fight the other one. Something happened, Bloom ended up killed. The other little filly slipped in the blood and fell on the knife. Seems she managed to get a pretty bad cut on her chest, so she bled out.”
“That sweet little thing did this? And- Oh, god, her face… She carved a smile into her face?”
“Yep… Wait, hold on.” Deputy Star picked up the walkie talkie at his side, listening. “Yep?... Oh, you got a name? Silver Spoon? Tsk… Alright. Thanks. Alert the parents, and bring somepony to clean this up… This is an open, close case. Guess these things just happen sometimes.”
“And it’s a shame.” Prison sighed, turning his back on the bodies.
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