When Your Best isn't Good Enough

Sunrise was sent to her room in tears and hungry. She hastily packed the essentials figuring she was about to kicked out.........she felt completely worthless. For a mare smaller than the average, her heart was large and she'd give the very last drop of her life to assist others if it came to that extreme. Why had Sandstone turn on her even when it should've been Daffodil to take of their sick brother? What about that time Daffodil had an important social event? She had given every bit she had earned at her summer job to get her sister the most in style dress. She had so much to give from her kind heart; her level of kindness would have made her an element bearer of the Tree of Harmony called her to be so.

Sunrise barely heard the conversation downstairs, but she knew from what her father said that she was about to have to manage on the streets on her own.

Had she known she was going to get a beating that would put her on death's door she'd bail through her window and run.

When she was summoned she gingerly walked down the stairs and into their living room. "Sunrise I see you had foresight to pack a few things" said her father, "but first I'll need to........." The end of his sentence never came.

He slammed a good into her face knocking her to the floor, nose bleeding from the impact she tried to stand but her father pinned her down and laid a few more good hits before she could stand again. She barely got up before Sandstone bucked his rear legs into her chest and everypony could hear ribs breaking. She whimpered as she hit the floor. Daffodil leaned in and bit her left forcing her to rise to ease the pain only to have her buck her ribs again.......the top half of her ear tore off; she screamed in agony. The soft plush carpet was covered in the blood from her wounds, the beating lasted a full two hours. Being ordered to get up she trudged to the door, but en route she collapsed. Her father bit down on her other ear and dragged her to the door. With both ears torn, and at least four ribs broken she was kicked through the open door.

As she hit the concrete sidewalk, her mother stepped out and reared to her hind legs and dropped her full weight on her daughter's rear left leg breaking her leg and hip.

During the whole ordeal her mother had been sipping warm tea and seemed to enjoy the suffering. The twins had brought her bag to her father, who in turn brought it to her and slammed it down on her head and turned to go inside after kicking her ribs breaking another rib.

Broken and batterd she painfully stood and limped down the street with what was now a cool breezy afternoon. No one paid her mind, occasionally a passer by cursed at her, sometimes a stallion would kick her to the pavement and the pain in her leg and hip caused to cry. How she survived the afternoon was a miracle.