Sweetie's Hell

Present.

My lungs were on fire as smoke billowed out from the upper levels of my home, the dark night sky glowing a devious dark orange hue. The hellish warmth of the blaze wafting across all of Ponyville, ponies were rushing over to my side from all directions, walking out of the abyss in fear, worry and curiosity.

Everything was becoming a blur of colors and sensations, my once cream colored coat matted with dry crimson blood. My mane tangled as debris of the mud soaked ground intertwined with it, my whole body aching from horrible cramps and bruises.

Button Mash my poor nerdy boyfriend, he came rushing through the growing crowd bravely. His beautiful warm eyes locking onto mine swiftly, tears rolling down each cheek as his gentle touch scooped me into his hooves.

My body growing limp and weaker, my world spinning out of control. I had survived the nightmare, yet perhaps not the night. Button whispering sweet nothings into my ripped open ear, I couldn't make out the words, but still broke down sobbing.

My world was growing black, the crowd becoming silent and still.

My life flashing across my eyes in a technicolor rainbow of emotions, my world resetting from the beginning.

When I first entered hell.

Two Months Earlier.

“You do know darling, plump is not polite.” Rarity spoke in a delicate if slightly condescending tone.

My lime green eyes watching myself in her workshop mirror carefully, vision studying my pudgy ugly body with growing shame. I bit my lower lip in uncertainty at her venomous words, I knew I was out of shape, yet had no real idea how to fix it.

“Have you been cheating on that dietary plan, I created for you?” Rarity walked up from behind me with disgust in her eyes, she hated seeing me this way, though was far too polite to admit it.

“Maybe?” I pinned my ears back sheepishly, tiny hooves running over the small bulge on my waistline in dissatisfaction.

“You do this to yourself, do you want to be unsightly like that Apple Bloom!?” Rarity flipped her long violet mane over her shoulder daintily, her eyes burning bright like embers.

“Bloom is very beautiful…” I whispered under my breath sarcastically, I hated when Rarity dug into my friends, I was fine, over the years growing numb to the criticism.

But my friends were the last rays of light, in my increasingly darkening world.

“Then by all means, go feast from a trough like her!” Rarity rolled her eyes sternly, trotting across the room towards her work table.

“But, I thought you needed me to model?” I fought back the large lump growing deep in my throat, the warm sting of tears burning my eyes.

“Not till you eat.” Rarity spun around, sneering to me with those perfect ocean blue eyes.

“Sorry.” I whispered in shame, head lowering towards the floor as I exited the tension filled room.

Thoughts of troughs, running through my mind.

Rarity might have grown a tad bitter over the years, the sheer amount of work she put into her fashion business was outstanding. So I was ok with taking a few lumps from my older sister, if it helped her vent and relax after a long day of nonsense.

But the problem soon reared its ugly head from this one good deed, Rarity soon got a twisted sense of pleasure from the verbal abuse she dished out. With nopony to call her out on it, I found myself enduring day after day of torture.

She'd never allow anypony to witness it, when we're around other ponies, she's my old lovely sister. Yet when the moon rises and the doors close, she flips a switch and becomes this horrible creature.

I'm not sure how to handle this problem, I can't discuss it with my friends, I'd feel far too much shame. Mom was an option, but how would spilling my guts end?

Rarity kicked out!?

Rarity hating me!?

I let my gaze fall to a large mud puddle just outside Rarity's Boutique, the rippling water causing my features to bloat disgustingly. All I could see in the murky reflection were my flaws, I had not grown with grace or elegance.

I was ugly.

Wincing softly I sped off down the large open path towards home, ponies casting odd glances my way, curiosity bleeding into their veins. I ignored them all in my haste, I just wanted to get home and hide in my room.

My white hooves sinking into the moist mud of the dirt path, my mood just the same as the weather. Rainy and full of dense grey mist, yet the promise of sunshine hidden deep inside.

I skid to a sudden stop in front of my home, the gentle sprinkling of cold rain hitting my muzzle from high above. This day had started off horrible and just got worse, I was growing weary of my sister.

If I were to share my story with anypony, it would have to be my mother. Dad had a bias towards his princess Rarity, if I even spoke one sour word against her, I'd be scolded like no tomorrow.

I needed to get mom alone, gently walking off into the wet green grass of our lawn. I cautiously tilted my head to peek into the kitchen window, mom was busy cooking in front of the stove with a wiggle in her step.

He was beside her, chuckling heartily about something or an other.

My heart sinking deep within my chest.

How had it come to this in my life?

I was afraid of two ponies, who I should feel safest around.

Hunching over under the kitchen window, I lowered my head in a sense of broken innocence. My ears slowly pinning back as the world grew quiet, the rain had begun to pour down upon me once more.

I shivered in a numbing sensation from the growing cold, doing the first thing to come to mind.

I cried.