Me,Rainbow Dash, and I.
Chapter one
In a far part of Cloudsdale, there is a small shabby house on Clearveiw road. The cloud the house sits on is brown all year long. Inside the house, its very small. The paint on the walls is peeling. Everything smells like smoke. Downstairs its just a tiny living room, kitchen, and even smaller
closet. Upstairs is 2 small rooms and a bathroom. In one room is a king sized bed and everything you're dream bedroom would be.
In the other room is a small bed with a toy box. In this house lives a little filly no older than 7, named Scootaloo.
Scootaloo was sitting on the smoke-smelling leather couch, playing with her doll Mr.Penny and watching tv when the door slammed shut. She cringed. Her mom was home. Her mother brushed into the kitchen.
"SCOOTALOO!" Her mother screamed. Scootaloo cringed again.
She slowly climbed off the couch and slowly walked to the kitchen. She knew her mother was going to scream at her. call her a mean name, hit her, or all of above. When she got into the kitchen her mother pointed to the plie of dirty dishes in the sink.
"You didn't even bother to do the dishes?” Her mother screeched.
"Im-Im-Im-sorry,I'll make sure-" Scootaloo stated.
"Get to the dishes you stupid cunt! You kids weren't put here on this planet to sit here on you're lazy ass and watch tv."
Her mother shut off the TV and picked up Mr.Penny. Mr. Penny was an old run down doll that Scootaloo found in a trash can by someones house. Mr. Penny was Scootaloo's only friend. Mr.Penny was an ugly brown with stringy gray hair and no eyes. Scootaloo found it that way. She loved Mr.Penny anyways.
"Or play with rags, Yuck!" She was about to throw Mr. Penny in the trash.Scootaloo rushed to stop her mother. "Don't throw away Mr.Penny!" Scootaloo cired. "He's my only friend!"
“Only friend?..."
Her mother questioned. "You don't need friends!" Her mother snapped. "You’re here to clean!"
Scootaloo's mother lean close to her face. Scootaloo could smell her smoke filled breath. "Now get those dishes done! Im going to the spa." Her mother was already almost out the door. She flipped her hair and said "Those dishes better be done when I get home!" "Alrighty mommy!" Scootaloo said trying to look
to the bright side. Her mother just slammed the door shut but on her way out scootaloo heard her mummble "Fucking stupid brat-ass
kid"
This hurt Scootaloo but she tried to ignore this feeling. She loved her mother, but she didn't understand why her mother hated her so much. "Why can't mommy love me?" Scootaloo thought. "Am I not good enough? What did I do wrong?" A tear rolled down Scootaloo’s cheek but she stopped herself before she could create anymore. She stated the dishes and finished them like a good filly would do.
Her mother never came back, but Scootaloo wasn't worried. Her mother always did that, and she was always back in the morning.After she finished the dishes. She cleaned up the rest of the house. It was always a HUGE mess. Her mother was the one who makes the huge mess. Then blames it on Scootaloo.
"Maybe.." Scootaloo thought "It will make her happy if she cleaned the whole house."
After she many hours of scrubbing, putting away, and sweeping, she was finally done. After Scootaloo put the broom away. Her stomach growled.She only gets one meal a day. Its her mothers idea what meal she gets. Yesterday she got breakfast.
Today, her mother forgot. "Maybe dad will remember, but I can't wait THAT long
im starving!" she thought out loud.
She knew she shouldn't eat unless her mother gave her permission to eat. But without hesitation, she opened the fridge. There was soo many foods she was not allowed to eat! Cake, Jello, and Fresh fruit! All this good stuff. But Scootaloo had to resist. She was not allowed to eat that stuff.
So she settled on a blackened banana and 2 pieces of stale bread. She savored every moment of the food. After she ate she picked Mr. Penny out of the trash, went
up to her room. Curled up and got as comfortable as she could on her rock of a bed and fell asleep. Next thing she knew Scootaloo was being tanked by her mane
and thrown to the floor.
"YOU ATE WITHOUT PERMISSION?" Her mother screamed in her ear. Scootaloo thought she was going to go deaf.
"YOU FUCKING RETARDED CUNT! YOU DON'T EAT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!" She punched Scootlaoo in the mouth and in the stomach. "THATS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU EAT WITHOUT PERMISSION!" Scootaloo's mouth stared to bleed and her mom had knocked the wind out of her. Scootaloo tried to regain her
breath. Her mother stopped screaming in her ear.
But she continued on her punishment. "You won't get any meals for 2 days!" "You little fucker!"
"You'll see how you like it next time you eat without my permission! I'll give no food for a week!" She then slammed the door shut. Scootaloo was so angry at herself.
Eating without permission. That was a stupid idea of her. She regained her breath and her mouth stopped bleeding. She wish she could stand up against her mother. One time a long time ago she told her mother to stop hitting her after her mother had slapped her for slamming the door shut on accident. Oh boy, did she get a beating. That day still haunts Scootaloo. After that, she never talked back to her mother.
As she walked to school, she thought about what happened earlier. Scootaloo didn't understand. Why did her mother do this? She loved her mother, dose she even love her back? It just didn't make any sense to the orange filly. Was this just a phase for her mother?? If it was, is it going to be over soon? Scootaloo stopped to pray for her mother to finish her phase of hurting her and that her mother still loves her. Scootaloo prayed a lot. She prayed for her mother the most.
She continued to walk to school. Knowing she would be even later than usual.
Chapter 2
Scootaloo got to school fifteen minutes late. She was always late, But not this late. Nopony bothered to notice anymore when she came in; Her teacher Mrs. Cheerilee, didn't even stop talking to wait for her to take a seat anymore. Scootaloo took her seat in the far right in the back. Nopony ever sat next to her or talked to her, and whenever she tried to get close to any filly, mare, or stallion, they pinched their noses and quickly walked away. Scootaloo has never had a bath before, So her mane and tail are a purple tangled mess that was hard to brush; her blunt orange coat seemed to be filled with dirt and blood and reeked of the horrible stenches of cigarette smoke and vodka; that never washed away no matter how many times she washed in the river. She didn't even have a name anymore. Scootaloo is even surprised that she even knows her own name. Everypony called her "that orange filly". Besides all that, Scootaloo was very good in school. She did all her homework and got B grades, but that was never good enough for her mother.
After school, Scootaloo slowly walked home. She dreaded going home everyday, knowing that her mother would find something to beat her for. When she slowly opened the door, the only thing she could hear was the TV.
"Oh no! mother IS home! Another beating is coming my way!" Scootaloo thought in a panic.
She got in the house slowly making her way in the living room. But it wasn't her mother, but her father. He was sitting on the couch watching TV. He had a 3 o' clock shadow and Scootaloo knew he had a hangover. Her dad was never home. He was always at the bar and didn't come home until 4 in the morning, slept and went to the bar again. Most of the time he doesn’t even come home. He never talked to Scootaloo, he didn't even talk to her mother anymore. He often slept with other mares. Cheating on her mother. But her mother never noticed. She was to busy at another bar and even brought home other stallions. Like she was getting revenge at her father. Maybe she was. Scootaloo bottled up the urge to run up to her dad and hug him tight and tell him how much she loved him. Scootaloo tried as best as she could get to her room
quietly. She was halfway up the stairs but then she heard her fathers voice.
"Scootlaoo?? Is that you?"
Scootaloo remained silent.
"Windy Skies? Is that you?" Her father called.
"Its me Scootaloo, daddy" Scootaloo replied
"Come here."
Scootaloo slowly made her way down the stairs and and to the living room. She stood in front of her father. Her father wrapped his fore legs around Scootaloo. Scootaloo could smell the alcohol in his fur and on his breath. Scootaloo was felt weird. This was so unnatural. So awkward. "Aren't you going to hug me back?" His father questioned. Scootaloo finally let her feelings brake loose. She hugged him tight. Smiling and snuggling in to his matted, dirty, and stinky fur.
"I love you Scootaloo"
"I love you too daddy!"
Her father unwrapped him self from the hug and picked up his suitcase and walked out the door. Once he was gone, it all hit Scootaloo. She realized what was going on. He father was leaving. Not for a day, not for a week, not for a month, forever. Never coming back. Scootaloo ran out the door to the end of the pathway. But he was already gone. Who was going to be Scootaloo's new dad? Was it going to be one of those weird drunk guys that her mother brought home? The young filly sat there in despair. She didn't know weather to cry or just to get back up and get on with life. But just then her mother was standing in front of her. "Why are you out here? Get back inside and clean dammit!" Her mother said pointing her hoof towards the house. Her mother wouldn't yell outside like she dose inside or the neighbors would hear and maybe even call the cops. Her mother wouldn't want that. Scootaloo went back inside and started the dishes. Her mother followed. There was a note on the kitchen table, her mother began to read.
"What? What the fuck does Thunder think he's doing!?"
The angered mare turned to her little daughter. She yanked the filly's ear and threw her on a chair at the table. "Did you anything about this?" Her mother said in a fake polite voice.
Scootaloo had no idea what her mom was doing, but she was being nice, or was it fake? "No, mother." Scootaloo replied. "LIES!" Her mother screamed.
She took the old wooden broom from where it was resting in the corner. The little scared filly backed into a corner on the other side of the kitchen, shaking like an earthquake. Her mother started to beat her with the broom, "ITS ALL YOU'RE FAULT! YOU STUPID CUNT!" She'd scream. Scootaloo dare say nothing. She’d just whimper every time she get hit harder than the last hit. Hot tears streaked down her face as blood ran down her head into her mouth. Once her mother got tired of beating her she sent Scootaloo to her room. Scootaloo went to her room with a swollen eye and bad bruises. She sat on her bed and stared out the window, the dark night sky glimmered in Luna's wonderful moon. She watched as other mothers called their fillies and foals back inside, they said goodbye to their friends and ran happily into their mothers hooves. They went into their own warm happy homes.
"I bet their mothers don't beat them with a broom"
"Why does this happen to me?" Scootaloo thought. “Why can't I just run away?"
Scootaloo walked up to the window and and opened it. She let the cool, fresh night air flow into her tear, blood, sweat-streaked fur. It felt wonderful, like it was blowing away all the events of the day. Scootaloo climbed on the window sill, she was just about to jump. But something made her stop. It was her mother. Just couldn't leave her mother here. The filly loved her too much. By the way, where would she go?? How would she find food? "this is a bad idea" she thought. “Maybe when Im older” She climbed back into her room and crawled into her bed. She went deep into the stinky and dirty blanket and just sat there. Staring into the dark nothingness like what her brain was doing right now. She did that until she finally fell asleep.
