Over It

by delusionalism

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Violence, Sweetie Belle, Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity
Length: 1008

Sweetie Belle is over it.

Sweetie Belle and Rarity talk about Sweetie's life. It's happened before. It'll happen again. Endlessly, forever. Sweetie Belle is over it.

CW: some poems with dark and violent imagery, depression, anxiety, general experimental fuckery

An honorable mention in the Thousand Words Contest.

Apologies in advance.

Published 2022-05-29 23:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-05-29 23:10:01 UTC

How many nights have I drowned here?

Sweetie Belle lay on the couch, staring listlessly out the window. She knew Rarity stood in front of the couch, staring at her, looming over her, imposing as always. She didn’t need to look, because this had played out again and again and again and again and again

“Sweetie Belle.”

Sweetie didn’t respond.

“Sweetie Belle, please look at me.”

Sweetie Belle didn’t move a single disgusting atrophied muscle.

“What happened to you?”

There was a bird outside the window, perched on a tree branch. It looked like a crow, or maybe a raven. Sweetie was tempted to zap it with her magic for how disgustingly cliche it felt right now.

“You used to be so happy all the time.”

But that would take too much work, so Sweetie just laid there, staring at it.

“You’re so smart and so talented. You have so much potential.”

“Had,” Sweetie responded, finally breaking her silence.

“Why do you squander every opportunity you’re given? We all try so hard to help you.”

“I’m beyond help.”

“You just lay here all day. You don’t go outside. You don’t do anything inside.”

Outside the crow sat there, now joined by some of its brethren. They all stared at her no they stared through her her soul was bared to them they saw it all

“I’m getting sick of it. We’re all getting sick of it, Sweetie. There’s only so much we can take.”

Sweetie was trapped in a prison it was a prison life was a prison there was no escape she was stuck stuck in a body stuck in a mind there was nothing she could do

“Something has to give, Sweetie.”

“It’s always the same.”

“What is?”

“Everything. I always repeat my mistakes. I never learn. I always fail, I always give up, I always squander every chance I get.”

“It’s your fault. You can’t pin this on anyone else.”

The sky opened up like a great rift in reality and yet rain poured down everything was soaked flooded she would drown soon she would sink beneath the tides

“You know this is on you.”

“I do.”

“This can’t be your life.”

“It is, though.”

“It can’t be forever. Something has to give.”

Sweetie’s heart clenched in her chest it was a heart attack no just panic just panic justpaniconlypanicnotheartattackshewasfinefinefinefine

“I’m a coward. I can’t do basic tasks without feeling like I’m dying. I’m dying right now but I keep living.”

“But this isn’t living.”

there is nothing
the world is an empty cup
that when you tip it over
spills

i am an empty container
that, when you drop it on the floor,
shatters
and spills her blood

“The world is ending right outside this window right now. It always is.”

“It isn’t.”

The world was bright and happy and not for her. Ponies walked around and smiled and the rain never touched them, crows never looked at them.

“This is your problem, Sweetie, you always make excuses. You always try to justify your actions, your inactions, and push the blame off onto other ponies, but you’re the reason you feel like this.”

Words collected on the tip of Sweetie’s tongue but they did not spill out, she swallowed and ate them.

“You’re selfish. You act as if your pain is some holy act of martyrdom, but it’s just pain. You act as if other ponies are to blame for the consequences of your own actions, but they aren’t. You know they aren’t.”

“I’m just a coward.”

“You’re just a coward.”

“I know.”

tear open your jaw
look down inside yourself
see what you really are
see what you really deserve

“You’re a leech, too. I have to provide for everything you have, everything you do.”

“I’m a parasite.”

“You need to get a job.”

“How?”

For once, Rarity is the one who fell silent. Thunder crashed outside, trees burned, world reduced to ashes.

“I can’t perform basic pony functions. Even if I had employable skills, who wants to hire somepony who can’t even shower everyday?”

“I’m sick of wasting my money on you.”

The crows were dead they were rotting their corpses were still staring at her through her ripping her soul in twain

“This can’t be your life. Something has to give.”

It was always the same. This sea was too familiar. Sweetie sighed.

“I’m over it.”

The door to Carousel Boutique opened with its characteristic ringing bell, and Sweetie finally looked away from the window. Rarity was walking in with a multitude of bags and packages floating in her magic. Sweetie could tell it was putting a strain on her (it was her fault she didn’t go help Rarity who knows how long she was struggling to carry this all and she didn’t help), so she forced herself off the couch and grabbed half of the items in her own magic.

“Welcome home, Sis.”

Rarity smiled at her. “Oh, thank you Sweetie! You’re so kind. Let’s take these up to my work room, hmm?”

Sweetie nodded and followed Rarity up the stairs (and she wasn’t kind she was selfish a parasite worthless trash) and set the bags down where Rarity directed.

Rarity wiped her brow. “Thank you very much for your help. Why, without it I don’t even want to imagine how many trips I would’ve had to take up the stairs to bring everything up here.”

Sweetie Belle awkwardly chuckled. “Oh, it was nothing.” (Because she was nothing absolutely nothing scum of the earth Celestia should strike her down for her sins Rarity deserved not to have a filthy leech for a sister

“Sweetie Belle? Are you alright?”

Sweetie Belle glanced at Rarity, but quickly averted her eyes from the concerned expression she saw. “Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Rarity hugged her, and Sweetie had to fight the urge to shake her off and run away. “I will always be here for you, no matter what, okay? I love you, and nothing will change that.”

“I know,” she lied.