Sweetie's Hell

I could hear my door creak open in the dead of the night, a pale yellow light of a lit candle creeping eerily across my bedroom wall. My eyes slowly creeping open in the dark abyss I was turned on my side, facing away from the intruders entering my sanctuary.

I held my breath as to not make any sudden movements they had no idea I was wide awake. Two sets of sturdy hoofsteps walking inside my heart beating wildly in my chest much like a stampede of buffalo.

“I don't see anything?” Mom's voice gave a deep sigh her hooves carefully walking around the edges of my room.

“Trust me mom, she's hiding away disgusting food in here.” Rarity hissed in her snooty upper class voice I could hear her walking ever closer towards my bed.

Soon towering over my tiny frame with ease, her icy blue eyes burning into the back of my head painfully. My body frozen in fear as I did my best to not move my breathing becoming heavier and far less calm.

“If she is, I don't see it.” Mom walked to Rarity the sound of her nudging her side clearly heard.

“I just don't understand, she used to be so innocent and adorable.” Rarity whispered in a distant tone of regret.

“Are you certain, she's hiding food?” Mom spoke in a far more uncertain voice she had fallen under Rarity's sick obsession as well.

“Grrr, how did she become this…” Rarity groaned in disgust her hooves quickly rushing outside my room.

Mom was quick to follow dashing after her daughter of flawless perfection in worry. My room plummeting into darkness as the door clicked shut fresh tears cascading down my cheeks.

Tears of a broken heart.

The Morning.

“Could it just be a bad day?” Scootaloo raised a thin brow quizzically towards my direction. I sat underneath the shade of our old clubhouse in shock.

“You don't believe me?” The sun of this cozy warm day blotted out above by the lush treetops Scootaloo flat on her plot in a pile of dirt, scooter flipped over as violet eyes locked upon it in mild inspection.

“Didn't say that.” Scootaloo popped her lips sarcastically eyes purposely averting from mine.

“You think Rarity is right?” My voice cracked in a somber whisper hooves crossing over my chest delicately.

“Didn't say that either!” Scootaloo gave an eye roll hoof flicking a loose wheel on her axel casually.

“Then what is it!?” I slid up to my hooves trotting over to my friend confused I came to hang out in hope of relaxing, yet now felt uncertain.

“You have a tendency, to hear what you want.” Scootaloo sighed placing her chin upon her axel lacklusterly.

“Can't believe you're fighting me!” My voice felt weak as the sun above began to be hidden by growing grey clouds the day darkening once more.

“Not fighting Sweetie, just saying Rarity is the politest pony ever!” My friend gazed up from below to lock eyes on mine her long violet tail swishing in place calmly.

I bit my lower lip taking in her words with care. Watching as she leaned on her side grabbing an old rusted wrench boredly beginning to tighten the wheel on her scooter, each turn of the tool clicking loudly.

“Is it possible, you've just mistaken something out of context?” My friend smacked her hoof firmly against the wheel making sure it was locked in place.

“Then come over for dinner, if you don't believe me.” My lower lip pouted outward softly Scootaloo glancing upward to me in growing silence.

“Rumble wanted to…” She batted long lashes in my direction our gazes meeting before she groaned aloud in total defeat.

“Sure why not!?” Scootaloo flashed a mild smirk in my direction standing up to her hooves as she gave her coat a large shake.

I felt a warmth growing deep inside my soul from her response she was still a loyal friend after all these years. My eyes burning with the slight mist of tears, I couldn't find the words to say so instead used my actions.

Pulling in close I wrapped my trembling hooves around her neck. Scootaloo gasping in a bit of a shock I met my friend in a tight loving embrace of friendship. My pegasi friend returning the hug with care times might have changed but our friendship would last through the ages.