A Bright, Red Scream

Rainbow Dash sat alone in her living room, her parents out drinking and probably cheating on one another again. In one hoof she held a bottle of Shining Armor and in the other she grasped a very recently sharpened knife. As she drank and bled, she sobbed over her life. While she certainly was the best flier in school, and was rather "popular", she hated nearly every moment she was awake. Rainbow knew everyone thought she was a whore, though she was still a virgin. She knew that she had no real friends; no shoulder to cry on at times like these. Dash took another swig and slit her wrist deeper. Her loud sobs subsided into quiet sniffles. and then she stopped crying all together.

Dashie's mind felt like a bog of unpleasant thoughts and crushing realities. She felt somber as she shakily rose to get her father's gun, she then stopped mid-step. There, on the coffee table, lie an old stuffed bear - the one that she's had since she was a baby. Carefully, slowly, she picked it up. Suddenly weak-in-the-knees, she collapsed into tears and blubbering. As she clutched to the stuffed relic, her mind was flooded with thoughts of happy childhood memories, and regret about what she had almost done. About twenty minutes later, Rainbow Dash finally stopped crying. She cleaned herself off and patched up as best she could before heading off to bed. By the time her parents got home, she was fast asleep.