When all else Fails

It was a very peaceful evening in Ponyville. Sweetie Belle was on her way home from a very late Cutie Mark Crusaders meeting. Earlier that day Applebloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle were working on getting their Cutie Marks in gardening. They ended up burning down Rose's greenhouse, but other than that it was a pretty successful day. She passed the clock tower in the town square; it read 12 o’clock AM. “Oh, wow, I’m glad that Rarity’s in Canterlot or else I’d be in huge trouble”. The streets were hardly filled with anypony; everypony was already either in bed or on their way home to go to bed. She past the school house on her way home, she had recently graduated from there and never planned on going back. Sweetie Belle had just recently turned fifteen; she was the oldest out of her trio of friends, but only by a few months.

On her way home she felt the wind crawl along her spine sending chills all throughout her body. The dress she was wearing was not helping her keep warn. She was now at her house, but something seemed out of the ordinary. There was a busted up window on the second floor, and the front door had looked as though it was broken off the hinges. She poked her head into the main designing room, but nothing could be seen. She got spooked by an occasional manikin, but other than that it was all good and dandy.

By the time she was inside her subconscious was telling her ‘don’t do it you know that there are some bad ponies in there, so go call the cops’, but she decided against it. She looked around the first floor of the boutique making sure that everything was still in place. “H-hello?” she said in weaker tone than Fluttershy would use. A crash could be heard from Rarity’s bedroom; she had to go and investigate. She had to drag herself up the stairs to her sister’s room due to the fact of being scared stiff. “Rarity?” she slowly opened the door praying that it was Rarity, but somehow she knew it wasn't going to be that easy. She peered in the room and panned her head back and forth looking at every nook and corner. The room was dark but that didn’t matter because she could make out two figures in the corner. One was tall and looked very mechanical and also as if he could bench her and her two friends at the same time, but then again that wasn’t much of an accomplishment; but his lackey, he looked like he could beat down a full-grown dragon.

Her mind was racing with questions who are they, what are they looking for, and why would they think it’s here. Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice yelling “get her you idiot” “you got it boss”. Just then the lackey started to trudge towards her, the ground practically shaking as his stronger-than-the-ordinary-pony legs hit the ground. She screamed and started to run, but the mystery stallions where right behind her. She thought about whom she could go to for help. All of her friend’s houses where the way she came so she couldn’t go to them for help. “Help…oh, somepony please help!” but nobody answered her cries for help. "Oh, come on, ponies can’t sleep that heavily."

Sweetie was trying her hardest to stay strong, but her fear got the best of her and tears started to make their way down her face. She started thinking about what would happen if they caught her; would they kill her, would they try to mug her, or even worse would they try to have their way with her. She eventually got the thoughts out of her head so she could concentrate on fleeing. She quickly turned into a back ally and found herself face-to-face with a metal fence. She turned to run back but it was a little too late the thieves were already at the end of the ally slowly making their way closer and closer. She was panting with the thought of losing her life right here and right now. She was about to scream out in terror when she noticed a small hole in the fence. She thought that if she could fit she could go and find help. Without a second thought she rushed through the small opening, but the fence wasn’t going to let her go without a fight. Just as you would think her dress got caught on a hook in the fence. All her earlier fears started to come back to her except she could practically feel them. She could feel the abuse that she would have to sustain if she was caught the verbal, physical, and/or sexual.

“Well, don’t just stand there get after her, I’ll go get the truck!” She couldn’t believe this was happening; she normally saw this type of stuff in movies, but never thought that it could happen to her. Luckily the big one had to go around the building because there was no other way then the little hole. Her first instincts were to take off the dress and run for it, so she did. She ran to the other end of the ally. The first thing she noticed was that the sun was making its first appearance of the day. "Could the time have passed so quickly?" She started sprinting along the brick road until a familiar structure started to come into view. It was the local library and most likely her safe haven. She then imaged the purple unicorn that she’d turn to for help.

Twilight…

I'm new to the site so uploading is still a problem for me but I will get a hang of it eventually. I know my format isn't what everyone is used to, but that was just the way I was thought to write; maybe if I make another story I’ll try to make it the way everyone else makes theirs.