Every heartbeat, every single second I breathe, is agony. I never wanted to be put on this earth like this, never at all. I always thought I could be the average person, driving to school, having fun, making friends, and even having the best of moments to never forget, before I even head to college, but I rather would say what I have now, is the complete opposite. No one talks to me, everyone makes fun of me, I have to change my clothes three times a week, since those jocks wont even stop pouring buckets of urine or whatever the hell they put in that bucket on me. I always rather just hide myself in the shadows, I never want to socialize, I loathe to my self, thinking to every time I wake up, I always realize that my life is not a dream, and that I realize that my life is never going to change. I always hear these voices in my head, trying to control me over, saying that they just want me to stay as a puppet, work till I get worn out, or in real terms, keep working till I die, and get no favor back.

I found a show, on August 22nd, titled 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic', this show made my head just scream in a rather happy way, not in the way I always had, but it made me feel enlightened, inspired, and rather just filled with courage to do a lot of possibilities. This was meant to be something I loved, when I realized that my friend posted the secret on facebook, it didn't take long for the fire to spread, and then I was just a laughing stock at school, not just that, but my friend even betrayed me.

Starock High School - Senior Year

9:00 AM, August 23rd, 2015

I was driving through the path steadily, the sounds of rocks and dirt rumbling from the tires were cracking in my ears, as I heard the small humming noise of the engine, I drove to the parking lot, parking the car in a empty area. I began to exit the car, going to the back seat, and retrieving my big bag of school supplies, I zipped it open to check it. Books, papers, pencils, pens, erasers, glue, everything. I zipped it closed, slinging the straps around my arms and carrying it on my back. I proceeded to close the doors, walking to the concrete path, about to enter the door, thus proceeded to be blocked by a big, muscular person. He looked at me straight in the eyes, and yet told me what I expected of what every jock would fucking say.

"No bronies allowed." He said in a bold voice, I didn't respond, I never even retaliated, I just stood there, the hood covering my head, not even making the slightest of noises. I proceeded to walk aside him, as he thought I was leaving, he went back inside. I resulted in taking a alternate route around the school, walking into the gyms locker room instead for boys. I walked through the smell of armpits, which really wanted to make me gag, but I didn't want to even make myself look more stupid.

I accessed out the locker room, walking to the left of the gym to the exit doors, into the hallway, I was finally back on campus. enjoying the smell that reminds me of dads office, modern and new. As I proceeded to walk down the hallway, there was a group of girls, seemingly, they were talking about stuff, until I was in their visual distance, as they saw me, they giggled in a soft way, looking away, trying to not even show that they were laughing AT me.

'Great, now I'm pissed.'

I proceeded to just go to science, as I walked down the hallway, I counted the amounts of doors, and finding the right one to enter so I can begin my work.

"104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109..." I counted as I was impatient, the sound of my sneakers squeaking were so annoying, I wanted to just burn them. "Ah, 110.." I said calmly, I went to the door, as I opened it, the room was full of students, everyone stopped their attention, except for the teacher, as he was still instructing the lesson. Everyone just stared at me, the glares on their eyes were just so gut wrenching, it made me want to just leave. I walked in, nervously going to my desk in the front, seeing a pair of 2 boys, staring at me while cracking their asses off in laughter, discussing something. I sat down, examining the teacher, and then he asked.

"This is the 5th time your late, Alex.." He'd say in a disgruntled tone, his voice was the same, just rather more blunt, I guess the students pissed him off as well, welcome to 2015.

"Well, you see, I uh..." I said, before a person in the mid back interrupted my conversation.

"WAS BUSY WATCHING MY LITTLE FUCKING PONY!" A voice boomed across the room, as people began laughing, the whole room of laughter muted my ears, the sound of their laughs made me just want to shut down. The teacher did nothing, but just looked at me seriously, and at the person who yelled as well by turns. This was just one of the moments where I wanted to just faceplant my head on the desk and which I did, I had my entire hood on, covering my head, as then a strong hand grabbed my hoodie off, and felt a small goopy liquid land on my hair, and dribble down my hair, of course, I was able to tell that it was saliva, or spit, fucking assholes.

I then just got up, standing on my 2 feet, and walked to the door, opening it and heard another sentence from that living deathtrap.

"See ya, Brony!" He said, as the class laughed again, this time a bit less Audible. I just teared up as I left, crying slightly into my hoodie, the tears rushing under my shirt, I was just depressed, I felt hopeless. I walked over to the bathroom, seeing the amounts of graffiti, and messes there is. This bathroom is probably so dirty, It has to be featured by gordon ramsey himself, probably called 'Bathroom Terrors' or some shit.

I walked over to the sink, seeing paper towels stuffed in one, as I looked at the other one, clean. I proceeded to step over to the clean one, turning the faucet, as cold water began to splash out, I grabbed some of it, splashing it on my face, I proceeded to rip some paper towels off the mechanism on the wall, Wiping my Face, looking at myself, I began to wash my hair, and repeating the process again, drying it with a paper towel, looking at myself in the mirror, what a fucking monster.

I just sighed at my reflection, proceeding to just walk out of the bathroom, walking back into the classroom, and studied throughout my 1st class and on.

My house - 2nd floor

3:00 PM, August 23rd, 2015

I walked through the hall of the house, seeing other doors, my parents room, my brothers old room before he moved, and of course, mine. I stopped to my room, grabbing hold of the knob and twisting it, the door slowly creaking open as I walked in, did I forget to mention that my room was a mess?

There was posters plastered everywhere, some were just games I play, or some were music posters that I favor. My desk was just a ordinary office desk, the wooden and metal design, as well as the chair was just a office chair, the entire room was just dark and musty, as I walked to the curtains, I tugged on them to open, but it resulted in them falling. I sighed, examining the place, I proceeded to step over to my bed, seeing the rustled, unmade blankets. I plopped on the bed, flicking my shoes off with my feet, just relaxing.

Man, this just turned out quiet fast.

My eyes became slightly heavy, as my eyes lost focus of anything I saw, my body went slowly limp as my vision was fading out, I then just fell asleep, knowing that tomorrow is another day to overcome, but not just overcome, but to at least hold back from all the people that despise me.

Author's Note

I will give this as a note to all readers, that this will contain NSFW reading in the mid future, to those who are considering this as a 'Non NSFW fic', This is yet not finished, I may actually consider editing this a bit, and proceed to make my second chapter. Thanks to all who enjoyed this at all.