Prologue
He was going to do it.
The door burst open, arcing around into the wall. The light from outside the room splayed into the room, driving back the dark. A short figure appeared in the door. The stallion standing in the doorway looked weary. He was covered from head to hoof in cuts and bruises, and looked like he had just gone through a warzone. He limped into the room, groaning whenever his bandaged leg hit the ground. His horn glowed a deep silver, and another glow formed around the door handle. The door swung shut with a click. Another burst of magic, and another, more audible click could be heard. The stallion looked up into the dark. He was alone now, alone in the dark.
The dark blue stallion surveyed the room with his dull silver eyes. The once fierce gaze now only held regret. His eyes settled on the worn wooden desk pushed up against the wall, but most importantly, the bottle on top of it. The unicorn raised his hoof, ready to start the journey to the desk, only to put it back down again. Something was holding him back. Something he needed to get out of the way first. The stallion cast his weary gaze over to the curtains. They were torn and tattered, just like his spirit. Yes. That’s it. He raised his hoof again, this time towards the curtains.
The unicorn dragged himself over towards the drawn curtains. He stopped just before reaching them. Could he really face the world again? Could he let anypony see his face? Was he even worthy? He stood in thought for a moment. No, but it needs to be done.
Just like it had to be done. The voice of her, made his knees tremble. She, would never leave him alone. Not until he did what he had came to do. He had to continue on. I will do this.
Nodding to himself, he limped onwards. The stallion could see a sliver of light through the drawn curtains. He sighed, the ray of light would be consumed eventually. Just like every bit of good in the world. Rounded up and smashed into tiny pieces. The light could never last, just like the hope couldn’t. The darkness and evil would suffocate it, and destroy every last bit of it. Pitiful. Just like me. He gave a huff, and continued towards the curtains.
He stopped right beside the curtain. A step right would reveal him, and the world would know who lay behind the window. The world already had enough on its plate, did it really need him? No, but he needed the world. He needed contact, to feel loved. But nopony could love him, not after what he had done. He still needed this though, he had had enough of giving. Giving his friendship, giving his stuff. Giving his love. He needed that stuff too. He had a right to it! This is mine! The unicorn stepped to the right explosively, bursting into the patch of sunlight.
The light seared into the stallion’s eyes, burning his retinas. He didn’t care, he couldn’t care. He needed it. The warmth of the sun, and the hot afternoon. He didn’t deserve it, he knew that much. But he loved it. The guilt in his mind was overwhelmed by the sheer joy of the warmth. But as he basked in the warmth, he started thinking about her embrace. His eyes snapped shut instantly. He didn’t deserve the light. Not after what he did. He stepped away from the light. The unicorn could never see the world again. He wasn’t worthy. He had to find the bottle.
Open your eyes. The thought came out of the blue, with the voice, a chorus of all his loved ones. He collapsed to the ground, eyes clenched shut. The already broken stallion shattered. He curled up into a pathetic ball, rocking back and forth. The memories burst open from the floodgates of his mind, making the feeble stallion tremble. They were both good and bad. Memories of his birthdays, and the lost hopes. The happy and carefree days of his colthood, and the dark days of his adolescence. His friends, his enemies. And her. He sobbed, the memories, the pain, it was all too much. Then the terrible memory. He didn't want it. No one would want it. He shook his head violently, desperately clutching at his sanity. The blood was everywhere. I didn't mean to! The memory played over and over in his head. The blood! So much blood! His eyes snapped wide open, taking in the room. He wouldn't have to remember if he was already thinking about stuff. The memory wouldn’t stop though, it would never stop. He looked desperately at the bottle on the desk. He had to end it now.
The dark blue unicorn groaned in pain as he lifted himself from the ground. The wound in his shoulder searing with white hot pain. He tried not to imagine the already torn flesh ripping further, tried to forget what had happened. He hobbled over to the desk. His dim eyes tried to focus, but the world stayed blurred. He continued towards the bottle, even though it seemed miles away. Nothing would stop him from getting there. No matter how long away it was, he couldn't ever stop. He shuffled next to the desk, the bottle right there.
He couldn't live with the pain, it was too much. The darkness shrouding him was welcome, he wanted to be hidden. Hidden from his friends, hidden from his family. They could never know of the terror he had become. He looked up with his bloodshot eyes, ringed red with his regrets and sorrows. His green eyes settled on the bottle of blue liquid. He allowed himself to smirk, just once. Blue, just like my coat.
His horn sparked, and a glow formed around it. A similar glow enveloped the jar. The smirk dropped of his face, replaced with a small frown. The bottle lifted off the table sluggishly, pulled along by his weak magic. The bottle swayed back in forth in the telekinetic grip, threatening to spill. You've got this. The self pep talk wasn't much, but it steadied the bottle’s flight. The stallion lifted his head up, opening his mouth. The bottle swung over his head in a lazy arc, ready to pour the blue liquid down his throat. He screwed his eyes shut, he couldn't bear to belong to this world anymore. Just one final act had to take place. His throat was sore, but he couldn't bring himself to do it without saying it out loud.
"Goodbye."
Edited by Limespider.
