Sweetie's Hell

The edge of the table was completely empty, an overflowing plate of food untouched by pony hooves. I couldn't believe that Scootaloo didn't come over, my own plate untouched as well, once warm food cold and disgusting.

Mom had exited to the kitchen to wash dishes from another icy family dinner, each had chatted about the day at hoof. Yet I was never allowed into the conversation, only given hateful glances every few minutes.

Everypony disgusted by my mere presence.

Dad followed into the kitchen after only a few moments, leaving my tormentor to keep me unwanted company. A small white plate placed in front of her, a delicious slice of Black Forest Cake taunting me from across the table.

The fresh strawberries decorating the slice calling to me in a siren Song of desire, I could feel my tongue trace over my lower lip, my belly cramping from a sharp pain of hunger. Rarity used pale magic to lift a fork high into the air, easily plucking a piece from the slice in a swift motion.

"I know you're hiding food." Rarity sighed with regret.

"Scootaloo would've loved to hear that." I rolled my eyes sarcastically.

"This isn't a joke!" Rarity puffed out her cheeks, those horrid blue eyes burning into my very soul.

"So what if I am!?" I had enough, I slammed my hooves on the table with a loud echo.

"Do you know what doing that will do!?" Rarity shivered in a look of disgust.

"It will make me happy, it'll make me feel whole!" I fought back a flood of tears, my eyes burning with a sharp sting.

"Hiding food will only hurt you, you need to trust us." Rarity pursed her lips in a saddened manner.

"How can I?" I felt warm tears rolling down my cheeks.

"When I see nothing but hate in your eyes?" I began to sob defeated and alone.

"We don't hate you, Sweetie, we just need to help you." Mom poked her head into the room in a somber tone, her eyes locked onto me with an icy gaze.

"You too?" I could hear my voice crack, Mom walking into the room as she nodded with agreement.

"In time, you'll thank us." She began to close in on me.

"What you're doing is disgusting, it needs to stop." Rarity looked away coldly.

"I won't let you do this!" My heart began to face wildly, Mom reached out to grab my shoulder as I quickly pounced away.

"You can't run from this!" Rarity slammed a hoof down on the table in growing anger, I screamed in fear darting quickly towards the door.

"Grab her!" Mom hissed as I ran muzzle first into Dad, he towered over me with an intimidating glare of disappointment.

I shrieked in horror as his hooves wrapped around me roughly, I prayed that Scootaloo would appear at this moment to help me. Lifted off the floor I struggled widely to break free, Mom rushing over to hold my hooves in place.

"Settle down, it's for your own good!" Mom spoke in that sickening tone of voice, I could see Rarity sneer towards me from her pedestal of perfection.

"Go buck yourself!!" I lifted my hind hooves to kick my mother in the chest, she gasped with pain before lifting a hoof in anger.

With a loud pop, her hoof smacked across my cheek. The world around me spinning out of control, my ears ringing with a loud humming noise. I could only helplessly scream as my parents began to drag me deeper into this living nightmare, I just wanted to fade away from the pain which would surely come soon.

Before I knew what was happening, they tossed me into our spare guest room. I squealed in fear, this room claustrophobic and nearly empty except for a single twin bed. I tried to scramble to the door, my parents slamming the door closed before locking it shut.

"Please, I'm sorry!" My hooves weakly pressed atop the cold wooden surface, my heart-shattering in my chest.

My parents hated me.

"I don't want to be alone." I sobbed loudly as my body slid down the door.

My sister was disgusted.

"Please don't leave me." My body curled into a tiny shivering ball of fear.

My friend betrayed me.

This was just the start of my journey through hell.