A Bright, Red Scream

Twilight felt sad. As much as she told herself it was just hormones and she was being irrational, she just couldn't bring herself out of it. You could have asked her what was wrong as much as you'd like, but she wouldn't have told you the truth. The truth was eating her alive and ruining her mind, it hurt her more than anything, because it was everything. Her life was so damn empty. She clung closely to Mr. Smartypants. Tears ran down the ragged, old plushie. He was her only friend and had stuck by her through thick and thin. For as much of a genius as Twilight could be (and was), she couldn't make friends as hard as she tried. A while back she had resolved to stop trying and told herself just to dive deeper into her studies. Until now that had worked, but the pressure of doing so is too much for anypony. For her it hurt almost physically.

She started to rock back and forth, bawling quietly and clinging to Mr. Smartypants. More than anything she longed for companionship, affection, and caring from someone she wasn't related to. Twilight was sad and she wanted it to end. Quickly, without time to think about it, she got up and went into the bathroom. She grabbed one of her father's new, clean razors and held it to her wrist. She pushed down on her wrist, a pang of guilt stopping her from tugging it across. A single blood drop splattered across the floor. The young pony dropped the blade and collapsed to her knees. Guilt and shame forced their way inside her mind. She wasn't even bleeding anymore, yet her heart felt broken beyond repair and her mind was soaked in misery. Suddenly she felt too tired to even get up, so she lay there for a moment. Then another. Another. Another. Sleep was whispering sweet promises in her ears loud enough to be a scream. Twilight gathered enough will to sloppily place a bandage on her wrist and wipe the blood from the floor before walking back into her room and collapsing on the floor.