Pain is (no) remedy

Late at night Dash found herself once again in the bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

"You're never gonna get Twilight to like you."

"You suck!"

"Disgusting lesbo bitch!"

"How did she even get to this school?!"

"Lazy whore."

Tears were rolling down her face. The voices of her old school life. When she had no friends. When the entire school hated her.

Her reflection put the blade down on her wrist.

Dash looked away from the mirror to her wrist that was now stained with a red line of blood from the fresh cut. She took a deep breath and looked at the mirror again. Staring at her reflection. She saw her younger self. Black hair, clothes, accessories... and lots of scars on her arm and legs.

"I'm really going back to this, huh..." She said to no one as she once again looked at her fresh wound. She put the blade down on the sink and sighed.
Then her eyes were magically moved back to the mirror. She saw herself in the middle of a crowd. But it wasn't anything like the way she was used to it by now.

Her reflection was sitting on the ground, sobbing. Everyone around her was pointing at her and laughing. Some took photos or videos with their phones.

The tears were flowing down her face again. Then she felt something drip on her foot and it broke her out. Dash looked down and saw unmistakable marks on her arm. Deep, bleeding, fresh cuts were on her arm. A line went down and it dropped on her foot again.

"Oh fuck.. Fuck my life..." She groaned and turned on the sink to wash away the blood.

"Rainbow Dash! Hurry up and go to bed!" Her father yelled from outside. It made her jump and the adrenaline rushed into her brain.

"Yeah dad! I will!" She tried to get the trembling in her voice down. Acting fast she went over to the toilet and ripped a long slice of toilet paper off and wrapped it around her bleeding, wet arm. She knew that trick for a long while. She didn't really know why, but it made every bleeding stop within a minute or so.

She hid the blade in a cabinet behind some pills. Her parents rarely ever opened it and even if, they would have to put a few bottles out, so it was a good hiding place.
Pulling down the sleeve from her pajamas over the 'bandage' she unlocked and opened the door and went into her room.

Closing the door she went to her bed. Her eyes fell on her phone a few moments later.
She turned it on and saw that she had gotten messages again.
Her friends were chatting, and it seemed like they were for hours.

Going into the chat she had to scroll a lot upwards. Sadly not one message was towards or about her. She wasn't online all day and none of her friends cared. She sighed and turned it off again. She threw it on her bedside table and wrapped herself in her blankets.

But sleep wouldn't come. Hours for hours she just laid there. But the worst part was that she was crying the whole time. And she didn't really have a reason right now. And neither did she like it. Glancing at her alarm clock she saw that it was 2 a.m.

"Fuck my life." She mumbled angrily at herself, rolled over and pulled the blanket over her head until she finally fell asleep.