Worthless

by Rubycast

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Suicide / Self Harm, Violence, Slice of Life, Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 1140

"Worthless." "Pathetic." "Trash." She knows these words to be fact, and she won't stop the pain she feels she deserve.

“Worthless.”

A loud smack echoed across the room as the punch connected to the white unicorn’s face. She fell down onto her side, at the hooves of somepony. She could hear them laughing at her as she tried to stand. Her legs shook as she tried, pain echoing throughout her face.

Published 2020-06-29 21:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-06-29 21:20:01 UTC

Worthless

Author's Note

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Worthless

“Worthless.”

A loud smack echoed across the room as the punch connected to the white unicorn’s face. She fell down onto her side, at the hooves of somepony. She could hear them laughing at her as she tried to stand. Her legs shook as she tried, pain echoing throughout her face.

“Worthless.”

It took her a full minute before she was able to stand. Her knees shook and her head swam, but she was able to hold herself up. Despite the loud pain in her jaw, she continued to breathe through her mouth, her nose too clogged up with blood for air to get in. Perhaps it was broken? It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Pathetic.”

She looked around the room at the ponies surrounding her. The lack of light covered all of them in shadows, and while she couldn’t see their expressions, she could feel the hatred and disgust they felt for her. All of them were chanting union, harmful words at her, all while smiling. Those cheerful smiles just dripping with smug satisfaction at watching her get beat.

She didn’t disagree with them. She deserved this after all.

“Worthless.”

Her head snapped to the side as a punch struck the side of her head. She stumbled back, but held her balance. Her vision blurred for a moment. She tried to shake her head to clear it, but the motion just made her head swim again.

How long had she been at this? An hour? Thirty minutes? Twenty? Without any windows or clocks to tell the time, she had no idea. But did it matter? She was brought back to this room every so often, usually after her injuries had healed, but sometimes she would be brought back after only a day had passed to receive her punishment again.

No matter what she did, there was always a mistake with it: Talking to ponies resulted in awkward silence or jumbled up sentences. Cooking usually resulted in dropping something to the floor, a cut with a knife, or dishes burning due to her daydreaming. Working resulted in a mistake in her papers, yells from her boss, and hushed whispers from her coworkers.

“Failure.”

A muffled scream came from her when she felt a bite on her leg. She pulled back her leg to get a good look at it. The bite had left deep teeth marks. It had broken the skin and fur, exposing the meat underneath. Bright red blood oozed from it and onto the floor, creating small dots of blood.

Nopony would come running at the sound of her screaming. The room had been soundproofed for this very purpose. Nopony would hear her cries, her screams, or her wails of pain. She couldn’t let them hear her. After all...they might just stop it.

“Trash.”

Another hit to her head sent her down to the ground. A loud ringing rang through her ears, yet she could still hear the chanting of the ponies. She twitched as she felt something warm and wet slide down her face. Was it blood? Tears? Both?

She coughed up blood onto the floor. The metallic taste filled her mouth, but she was unable to swallow. She was sure her jaw was broken. She twitched and coughed as the blood filled up the back of her throat. Why was there so much blood? Had she bitten her tongue after the last punch? Did something in her throat break? Was it blood from her possible broken jaw? Did it honestly really matter?

She wondered if her blood would fill up her throat and suffocate her. Normal ponies would no doubt be afraid of such an idea, but she felt nothing.

Nopony would care if she died. Nopony would miss her, or at least they shouldn’t. She was just a worthless waste of space that was unable to crawl up from her hole. She didn’t deserve to breathe air.

“You’re just worthless trash.”

She heard somepony say. Their voice was so close, as if it was inside her own mind.

“You mean nothing to this world. If you were gone, it wouldn’t notice. You should just give up and die!”

She could hear the crowd of ponies laugh at the pony’s words. Their cheerful laughter at her coughing and twitching filled the room, getting soaked up by the soundproof walls. “Die! Die! Die!” They chanted.

They were right. Why didn’t she just give up and die? Living was only suffering for her after all. She could just close her eyes and die. Her body was growing colder by the minute, and the blood didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. It would just be so easy to just let it all g--

A bright light suddenly filled her hazed filled vision.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

She heard a new voice scream over the ringing in her ears. She shifted her eyes and saw a yellow earth pony race towards her. The earth pony ran right through the crowd of shadow ponies and up to her. She could see the mix of worry, anger, and disbelief on her face.

She let out a wet gargle as she tried to speak through the blood.

“Don’t talk!” The earth pony said. “What did you do to yourself?! Did you forget your meds?! Come on, we’re going to the hospital before you die!”

She felt her body being lifted up and placed on the earth pony’s back. She looked down and saw her blood was draining onto the pony’s side, staining the fur and ruining the brightness of it. She wanted to apologize, but she also wanted to fight the pony and to tell her to just let her die, but she couldn’t muster the energy to do anything.

Just before the darkness filled her vision completely, she shifted her eyes to the pony that had been attacking her. The shadow pony that had the same body build, the same mane and tail style, and was the same race as her. She couldn’t see her eyes, but she saw the grin.

The cold grin that said, ‘I’ll see you again, me.’