A Filly's Distress

"What the?!" I yell. Not in anger, but surprise.

Why am I surprised? My mom seriously just said we're gonna move to Ponyville. Canterlot is perfectly fine! What the hell? This is crazy. Mom never listens. She's too busy having sex with that stupid unicorn. Fuck that guy, he tried to touch me but she doesn't listen. I swear to Celestia, one day i'm gonna punt that guy's face in and he's not gonna like it. She's never home, she would be better off moving by herself if she loves Ponyville that much.

"Mom, I have friends here! Moonshine Pie! Orange mane, red eyes, yellow coat? Ring any bells?" I spat, more confused than angry, but still. I can't believe her! The audacity, how could she?

"Sweetie, we have to move. We can't pay for this house anymore and we have to leave." Mom says, giving me that stupid angry glare she always gives me when shes annoyed.

I have to resist the urge to say "Because your always spending the money on Vodka and Condoms", but I have to hold it back or she'd smack me. That cunt! She told my doctor I was 'messed in the head' too. She loooooves spreading lies, that-

Uh oh. She's giving me that glare again. She knows what i'm thinking about. Can she read minds too? Y'know what, of course she can. She loves invading privacy so much she taught herself to read minds.

"Sweetie," -She pauses, giving me an annoyed smile. Creepy if you ask me.- "If we don't move, we're gonna get in trouble because I can't pay the rent. There also aren't any schools in this area that would be willing to take you after you beat up Pear Shake. Now come and eat your breakfast."

Ew! Okay, one, she was smiling with teeth but she didn't open her mouth. At all. She grinds her teeth so much, they're definitely going to fall out one day. I mean, it's inevitable right? And it's kind of what she deserves. If it wasn't, then I must be a Griffin. Fun fact : I'm not a Griffin. I'm a Pegasus filly. But, i'm pretty sure that means she deserves it. That's what Moonshine told me.

And two, Pear Shake deserved it. She was trying to bully Moonshine, but obviously, she hasn't heard the legend of the "horn cracker". In short, I broke her horn off. She's no longer able to do magic, and I think she deserved it.

I mean, you can't think you won't get karma for being an ass, right?

I pause my thoughts and sit down at the table, the wood on the cheap chair cutting the skin on my flank. I decide to take a look at what's for breakfast. She made my least-favorite, Hay-waffles. She knows just how to spite me, huh?

She knows I hate those, she didn't even give me a drink. But I guess I have to eat it or she gets mad.

I pick up the rusty and bent fork and pick at my Hay-waffles, attempting to hold back a look of disgust. I take a minute to look and obverse what she looks like. She has so much makeup on, she might as well be red instead of purple. The only purple I see on her is in a dark space that separates her hooves from her upper-arms. I look at her face.

Her face... Uhm... She has bright red lipstick on with pink cheeks. Blue eyeshadow is directly above her chunky, weird mascara. Her mascara is put on wrong, but I won't correct her. Not like I can anyways.

She has a black dress on with long sleeves and black high heels. The dress is small and it stops only directly below her plastic ass. If she was walking normally, her bending down would flash her panties. I mean, if she even wears any. I don't expect that from her, she likes to show off. Show off a lot.

Her wrists and neck are covered in gold jewelry, and the tips of her hooves are painted a bright red. Her wavy, curly black hair is styled up into a bun with a long bang hanging off the side of her face, a white streak going through it.

"If you don't want it, go ahead and throw it out." Mom says in a condescending voice.

I get up and fall face first on the floor, looking at her as she tries to hold back a probably snarky laugh and a comment about my slip-up, per usual with anything I do wrong or mess up on. I glare at her weird, makeup covered face and head to the trash bin in the kitchen. The only comfort I have right now is the comforting sound of my hooves trotting against the wooden floor, and that wasn't very comforting, considering everything and anything possible was poking and cutting at my frog. That hurts, y'know?

I throw my dishes in the sink and head to the bathroom where I pull out my stepping stool and look at myself in the mirror.

My mane is wavy, but not curly. It was a bit short in terms of length, but not too short. Right up to my shoulder blades, which is the perfect length, just how it should be. My coat is light purple, and my eyes are a dulled down blue, similar to grey. I attempt to grab my comb but I've lost almost all the grip in my hooves because of my hooves being constantly stabbed by the wooden floors.

I run my hooves through my mane, attempting to fix it up. I pull at my lower eyelids, groaning as to let out my exhaustion and annoyance. I wished I could scream, but then again, we have neighbors. Me and my- I. I don't need another reason to be complained about and have to move. I wish this was all a dream. I snapped some bully's horn off, so what? It's certainly not like I killed her. I have a reason to complain about this. Mom is always telling lies and making excuses. I still hate you for that time you promised we'd go to the park together but we didn't because you felt sick. I could hear you having sex in the bedroom, mom.

I can feel my eyes well up and begin to burn, so I start to let go of my eyelids. I thought that was just because of dry eye or whatever grown-ups call it, but it turns out it was because i'm sad i'll have to leave Moonshine, I think.

These floors may be dirty and unstable, but these are the only floors i've ever known.

I quickly move my hoof up to my face and wipe away the tears. The horn-breaker doesn't cry. Tough mares don't cry, and i'm a tough mare.

I leave the bathroom yet the burning in my eyes doesn't stop. I go up to my mom who is reading a book about some dumb grown-up stuff and I nudge her forearm. I look up at her and try to catch her attention, but of course, she doesn't notice. This is the usual, and I hate it. I wish my mom would be like Moonshine's mom. Moonshine's mom always buys her toys and says 'I love you' and always gets her presents and reads her bedtime stories. I wish I was Moonshine's sister. Then I wouldn't have to deal with this... mare. I know I was a mistake too. She can't even remember my father.

"Mom? I have a question." I spoke, pulling her forearm. She looks at my annoyed and raises a single eyebrow, which I assume is saying 'You may ask me, filly.' I take this opportunity and speak before she loses attention quickly per usual.

"When are we moving?" I ask, praying I have enough time to formulate a plan to stop her.

"Today is Saturday, so we're moving tomorrow. And on Monday, you'll start at your new school." She mutters, her eyes slowly floating back to whatever boring book she was reading. Probably some boring grown-up stuff like sex. Sex is probably stupid. But, back to the topic. I slowly trot back to my room.

As soon as I enter, I flop on the bed and ball my eyes out. Tomorrow? She always does things without telling me, and when she does, she always tells me too late!

Tomorrow is the last day i'll ever see this house. I take my bunny plushie in my arms and hold, crying softly. I know I said tough girls like the horn-breaker don't cry, but this is a exception for every tough girl, including the horn-breaker. This is the worst. I don't know why I can't be like the other foals. This sucks. Living sucks. My mom sucks and my dad probably sucks too, even if I don't know him. Everything sucks. School sucks. Ponyville sucks. I hate everything.

I slowly fall asleep, drifting off into the only place where i'm not a violence-addicted maniac with a sex addicted mom who neglects me and a dad who i'm not even sure actually even exists.