A Bright, Red Scream

Fluttershy awoke with an excruciating headache. She wondered silently what happened the previous night, until she saw the still-bleeding slits on her wrists. Quickly she got up off her bedroom floor and scurried into the bathroom. There, she cleaned and bandaged her wounds as best she could. After she placed the last bandage on her last cut, Fluttershy slumped to the floor. She began another crying fit, similar to the one from last night. Her thoughts were aimed at how lonely she was, how much everyone hated her, and her lack of friends. She wasn't a skilled flier. In fact, she was the worst in her school. Oh, how she wished to be an Earth-pony. Life would be so much easier. She might even have friends.

Fluttershy grabbed the knife from atop the bathroom sink. As she dragged the blade from one end of her wrist to the other, the bad thoughts and memories of her life thus far started to fade. Her mind cleared. Her emotions all but dead; she zoned off. She stared off at emptiness for what seemed like forever. Slowly she came back to reality, somewhat disappointed in herself. It's not like she had another option. Sometimes she wished she could will herself to die. Maybe it's better this way. Maybe things will get better. Probably not.