Sweetie's Hell

I carried myself to the front door with numb shivering hooves, taking a deep breath to calm my mind and body, pastel green magic grasping the knob before twisting. The house was extra warm today, Dad loved having it toasty on a rainy day, though mom did always seem to look a bit uncomfortable.

I gave my damp coat a delicate shake, trying my best to feel anything besides numb. Looking towards the shadow covered stairway with a sinking feeling inside my stomach, I trotted towards the living room mirror quietly.

My reflection of a pony I didn't know, not anymore at least.

“How ya doin’ kiddo, still playing dress up!?” My dad suddenly appearing behind me with a huge goofy grin, his extra large hoof ruffling my already messy mane.

“No sir.” I spoke in barely an audible whisper.

“Eh!?” He snorted back in return loudly.

“There you are dear, want to help me in the kitchen!?” Mom poked her head out of the kitchen with a warm welcoming smile, her voice a playful melody of cheer.

“Yes!” I could feel my eyes light up, breaking the uncomfortable tension between my father and I.

“Well ok then, Cookie I'm headin’ out for a bit hun!” I turned to watch dad waddling towards the front door whistling nonchalantly.

“Okies Hondo!” Mom replied off in her own distant world, enjoying the simple act of cooking while Dad vanished out the front door.

“Mom, am I pretty?” I gently trudged across the clean kitchen floor in near silence.

“Howdy doody, both you fillies are complete Heartbreakers!” Mom turned to flash a beaming smile, her hooves expertly pressing out dough on the counter.

“I'm not fat?” I felt the words fall from my lips slowly, mom raising a thin brow towards me curiously.

“Well you're pudgy, but so is little Rare Bear!- I think you girls, get it from me.” Mom giggled flaunting her hoof over her body.

I was trying to be serious, but no matter what I said. It would always just be a joke to her, usually she was more on my wavelength but now she was acting odd. I didn't know what to think, had somepony already chatted with her?

“You know, Rare had spoken to me last night.” Mom's voice suddenly snapped me back into reality, she stood near the sink slowly washing her hooves.

“She did?” My stomach twisted into a sharp knot, my body weakly leaning against the nearby wall in growing fear.

“Yeppers! I must say I agree with her too, you need to stick to that there dietary plan!” Mom used her magic to twist off the kitchen sink slowly, turning to face me with a almost careless gaze.

“You don't want ponies, talking about you hmm?” Mom let her eyes trace over my body slowly as if studying me, my hooves lifting to hide my belly embarrassed.

“No ma'am.” I let out a hopeless sigh from my muzzle, I wasn't completely sure but I had a fear Rarity had Mom in her hoof.

“That's my girl!” Mom cantered over with a skip in her step, roughly patting the top of my mane as I winced slightly.

I took too long, now I couldn't trust anyone.

Helping Mom out around the kitchen was hard work, or it felt that way at least. I was feeling so much weaker lately, my hooves dragging my trembling body into my room with a soft groan. Photos of my friends littering the walls around me, old toys or books scattered about my floor messily.

I passed by my open dresser, spotting a small oats and honey candy bar sticking out mockingly. My eyes flashing over my bloated swollen belly in pure disgust, I quickly used my magic to lift the bar high, crumbling it to pieces with my fiery green magic.

This room was my sanctuary, four walls to shield myself from my personal hell. These ponies were no longer my family, we had all grown apart without anypony noticing. Now I was paying the price, everyday was the same thing, just steadily growing worse.

Dietary Plans!

Mocking tones!

Restrictions in dating!

I wasn't allowed to live, I was simply dying.

I took a step away from my dresser in growing anxiety, my hooves weakly giving out from under my own massive weight. My body smashing onto the floor with a loud thud, my whole frame aching with a dull sense of pain.

“Sweetie, I heard a fall?” Mom spoke through the wooden door in a mockingly sweet tone.

“I'm ok, I'm just looking under my bed!” I swallowed the tight lump in my throat, rolling over on my backside to take deep calming breaths.

“You're not hiding things again?” She spoke in a cautious tone as I lifted the crumbled snack above me, sighing as I tossed it out my open window into the icy abyss.

“No!” I scoffed through pursed lips, a loud sigh echoing before the sounds of hoofsteps could be heard walking away.

I struggled to lift up to my hooves, tossing myself weakly onto my nice cozy bed. Curling under my freshly washed blanket into a small ball, my eyes lifting to watch the ceiling in a somber filled silence.

This house was stealing my drive to live, tearing it away from my soul piece by piece. Soon I'd have nothing left to give, my eyes filling with a thin line of tears as my stomach gurgled.

I focused all of my attention on a old photo of Bloom and Scoots, pinned to my wall, I needed to sneak away tomorrow and find my girls. They'd be the only ponies I have left to keep me strong, I needed a boost of any kind at this low point.

Perhaps I might even spot Button as well, I always had a bit of a crush on his dorky personality. We could talk for hours at a time, I'd watch him play his new games and just devour tons of junk food.

He never judged me.

We just understood each other, I was his Player Two.

With some luck, maybe tomorrow would be a new level.