The Hidden Truth

The Hidden Truth
An Anon - A - Miss Story, rewrite of Anon - A - Miss: Another way

"I'll be back before 7, mother."

Sugarcoat groaned heavily as she hung up the phone, placing it in her bag before continuing walking towards the mall. Winter Break was coming up and she still didn't have a gift for her twin brothers, and she knew how disappointed they would be if their favorite older, and only, sister didn't get them something. It was usually a present both would share, to save money of course, and they didn't mind sharing gifts from her.

"I can't believe her!" Sugarcoat arched an eyebrow as a group walked past. "We fucking trusted her, and then she does that!"

Now there was something she didn't even want to get involved with; gossip. She could clearly tell those girls were from Canterlot High due to the fact from previous years of the Friendship Games. Beforehand, Sugarcoat hadn't been in any events, only watching, but she had seen those girls before.

With them talking about someone else betraying them, something had to be going on.

But Sugarcoat couldn't care less about CHS and what they did. It was their business at failure, not hers. When she reached the bridge where she'd always cross for the shortcut to the mall, a sight stopped her. A girl with red and yellow hair stood there, looking out at the rushing waters that could kill with the coldness it contained, it didn't take long for her brain to connect the dots.

"Hey!" Sugarcoat yelled out as she approached the girl.

The girl jumped and turned towards her, blueish green eyes going wide. "Me?"

Sugarcoat rolled her eyes at the comment as the girl pointed to herself. Who else could she have meant? No one else was here!

"Yes, I mean you." replied Sugarcoat with an annoyed tone. The girl winced. "Who else could I have meant?"

The girl shifted as her head dropped and that's when Sugarcoat realized, the girl was probably used to being harshly spoken to, though she didn't mean it. "Look if you're going to beat me, can you make it quick? My plans are being put on halt because of this conversation anyways."

Sugarcoat's eyes went wide as she realized she was right; the girl was about to commit suicide. Why else would she be out here, in the cold without much warmth, staring out into the rushing waters below? In that moment, Sugarcoat threw her original plans out the window and made her speak about what was going on.

The Hidden Truth

Sunset wasn't going to be around much longer with the way Canterlot High was treating her unfairly. They hadn't even bothered with listening to her side of the tale. With the other students, she understood them with their accusations; but her own group of friends?

That had came at a shock for her. One minute, they're saying she's apart of their family, and the next they're throwing her out the window like she has some sort of disease that could kill them. She didn't know what was worse; the fact that they didn't listen to her or the fact they hadn't bothered to even ask her about her side. Now, of course, she had dealt with these kinds of things before in Equestria. No filly or colt was a stranger to bullying, same went with humans, but not asking for their side of the tale?

It alone was the most heartbreaking and hardest punch to the gut ever to exist.

No one bothered to listen, no one thought she was innocent, so what was the point in staying alive anymore?

When her friends first left her, Sunset had broken down hard. She didn't bother attending her classes as she walked out the doors, and walked right home to her apartment. Instead, she dropped everything and took up a razor, intending to have a shower. That's what she told herself. But it didn't work like that, at all.

In came the cutting once more.

The first time Sunset cut, it was shortly after the Fall Formal. The guilt she felt was so powerful, she couldn't help it. She deserved the scars, deserved the pain the razor brought. In one night alone, Sunset had made five cuts. The cuts were on her thighs where no one could see. The second time had been shortly before the Battle of the Bands. She could see those looks, and broke.

She had made four more. This time, they were located on her stomach. The skin there was so thin and could break so easily, allowing blood to drip down within a second, maybe less. But she deserved it. Just like she had deserved the last few cuts on her thighs.

This little incident that was ongoing, had given the collection three more.

In total, the collection had 12 cuts. Five on the thighs, four on the stomach, and now finally, three on the upper arms hidden by her jacket and shirts. The pain still wouldn't go away, so Sunset kept at it until the collection of cuts became 16. Anymore, and she would go too deep into the ocean.

She didn't want that until she realized, she was already too deep in.

The day after new cuts were added, Sunset had planned it being her last day on this hellish Earth. She had went through the torture, listening to students saying she should kill herself, how she was Anon - A - Miss. Her friends saying they trusted her, how she was a secret stealer, and how she wasn't welcomed here.

If they wanted her gone, that's what they would get.

Everything had been going so smoothly too. No one thought to follow her, who would? She went to the bridge where the water was coldest, and gazed down. It would surely kill her. Painless and quick. This would be her final rest place forever, where her spirit would always be.

It was going to plan until she heard a voice calling out to her, "Hey!"

Then everything was ruined.