My name is Scootaloo. No one talked to me. No one's said my name in three years. My best friends hate me. My enemies want to kill me. But I beat them to it. They forgot my name. They forgot me. They ignored me. They hated me. You will read this and you will know. You will know who I am, and you will know what I've done. You will hate me for it, and you will curse my name. You will pay for what you've done. You. Will. Pay.
My life is great, I have the two best friends I could ask for. Friends since 3rd grade, Sweetie Belle and Applebloom have always been there for me. We sat by each other at every lunch, laughed together, made memories that I will never forget. Not much of anypony else in the 10th grade talks to me, but they're nice enough.
One day, while I was going to the bathroom, I was pulled into a stall. It was Diamond Tiara.
"Whatareyou-"
"Wanna fuck?" she interrupted.
I blinked.
"No! Get off me!"
I tried to get out, but she tugged on the sleeve of my hoodie.
"You'll like it." she said, glaring at me.
"I said no. So please. Fuck. Off."
She grabbed between my legs, and thrust me onto the toilet. I tried calling for help, but was muffled by Tiara's hoof. Somepony heard me.
"S...Scootaloo?"
Diamond flushed the toilet to cover the noise of my struggles. I kept squirming, trying to get free, until Diamond's hoof thrust up my clit. I squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to scream in pain, but couldn't. She kept hoofing me, until she heard the footsteps again. This time, there was no toilet flush.
I saw Applebloom's shadow on the bathroom floor. It bent down to look under the stalls. After a few seconds, it quickly withdrew, and she sped out the bathroom.
Tiara suddenly stopped, and walked out of the stall to wash her hooves. I got up, and walked out, bucking Tiara's legs out from under her as I walked out. I could see Applebloom down the hall. Maybe it wasn't too late.
I ran down the hall, gathering speed as I did. Just when I was about to catch up with her, I slipped on a spot of wet floor, hit my head on the water fountain, and busted my lip on a doorknob.
"Sonofabitch!" I said once I was standing again, spitting blood and washing my mouth in the water fountain.
I looked up, and Applebloom was gone. Fuck. How am I going to explain this...
The next day at lunch, Applebloom was walking towards our table, but hesitated slightly. She didn't talk that day, but Sweetie Belle was talkative as ever. Days went by, even weeks, and the she seemed to drift away from me. She talked to me less, 'decided' to sit with other friends, and gravitated away from me.
I tried talking to her, but every time she just stared down at her tray. We still hung out after school, and conditions were better there, but she wasn't making contact at school.
Tiara again pulled me into the larger stall, this time with her back pack on the floor. Before I knew it, Silver Spoon had pinned me down, and Tiara gagged me and tied my hooves together.
They hoisted me on the toilet, and took out a plastic bag of bright pink plastic sex-toys. I thrashed as much as my bonds allowed it, while they shoved pieces of vibrating plastic up my ass, in my pussy, anywhere they wanted. I gave up trying to break free, knowing it wouldn't happen.
It was the end of the day, students were already dismissed, but Sweetie Belle was having trouble with her math, so she stayed behind. I heard her footsteps in the bathroom, and Diamond took a vibrator and turned it on my clit, while Silver thrusted a plastic dildo up my ass.
I tried to scream, but couldn't. It was supposed to be a distress call to Sweetie, but ended up turning into an unintended moan of pleasure. I heard the footsteps stop, and then her running out of the restroom.
Diamond stopped, and put everything in her back pack, and walked out the door, leaving me in the bathroom, cum dripping down my legs onto the floor, and down into the drain.
Days passed, they avoided me, and they must have spread the word, because it wasn't long before people started making fun of me. Everypony started avoiding me even more. Each night, I lay in bed wondering why the hell Tiara stopped suddenly and didn't keep going. Not like I wanted her to keep going, but it was strange.
It was only then that I realized why. I felt stupid once I did. She chose days that Applebloom or Sweetie Belle stayed after, and chose just when they were about to walk in, so they would hear me, and could recognize my hair and hooves under the stall door. It was all to get me left alone. I see what they did there.
Diamond or Silver led these groups that teased me. I didn't mind, I'm thick skinned. Until I saw Applebloom in one of the groups. She laughed at some jokes, and even commented a time or two. Well, fuck.
And Sweetie Belle had started hanging out with the rich-snobs that made fun of EVERYPONY. She styled her hair differently, and always looked down on everypony she passed. She approached me one day, and called me a slut as a back-handed remark. The next day, called me a worthless cunt. They go more creative as time went by.
Ponies at school graffitied my locker, stole my books, ripped pages out of them, and dropped them in a toilet. Thankfully, a clean toilet. But it was still annoying as hell. They ganged up on me, shoved me into walls and lockers, and occasionally an open door, where I'd fall in and possible hit something on my way down.
They either isolated or overwhelmed me at lunch, throwing pieces of the shit food they serve here at me. I started eating lunches in the bathroom stalls, sneaking in when nopony was looking.
A few of them would follow me home, and then corner me and beat me up. They stole things for no reason, pens, pencils, notebooks, paper, books, hell, even a fucking paper clip. They tormented me with spam emails, coordinated by the students to all be sent at one time. They sent me hundreds of messages on Facebook, text-bombs, and even got me banned from Xbox Live. Celestia knows how, but they did.
To make things worse, Diamond-fucking-Tiara sexually harassed me in front of large crowds. Everyone knows she's a slut, so they don't make fun of her. Plus her father's a fucking millionaire. So he could sue anypony who bullied his 'baby girl.'
I got a notebook, covered it in duct-tape, the grey kind, and drew in it. I wrote, too. My notebook was the only thing not taken or stolen. I drew pictures of a workshop, cars hoisted by chains and a platform to be worked on. I added detail on it for any reason I could find. I drew a silhouette in one of the cars, a car with a tube leading from the exhaust to the window. On the table was a saw, and on the saw was blood. Multiple tools were coated in blood, and there were a few bodies scattered across the floor. All leading up to the car.
In the background I wrote. I wrote exactly what I felt. I wrote it over and over and over and over until my hooves literally bled from the use of the pen. I kept my notebook with me at all times. I constantly wrote or drew in it, always making changes, tweaking it, starting new drawings, always depicting something dark, and slightly disturbing.
I shifted my music from the upbeat techno and dubsteb I listen to, to the screaming rock music and punk that I now occupy myself with.
I started wearing my old black hoodie, which is worn-out for the most part, but still comfortable. My mom didn't notice it, but I stole some of her black makeup. Don't know why, but it makes me feel... Better. In a way. It makes me look emo, too. Not like I'm not, but it does even more so.
The bullying carried on, growing stronger in the isolation. They laughed at me, told jokes, and shoving me into lockers became more frequent. I glare with pure hatred at them, staring deep within their eyes. They can't stand looking a me for too long.
Applebloom and Sweetie Belle made fun of me. They laughed, taunted, threw things, shoved me into 'recently' used bathroom stalls, called me a slut, and stole my things and broke them in front of me. They hated me.
Months passed, nothing ceased, and they were sending me emails.
'You will die' -DT
'What do you want, you annoying little fuck?' -Scoot
'You will die soon' -DT
'Go fuck a turtle, fat prick' -Scoot
'I am coming to kill you' -DT
'Come at me, bro' -Scoot
'I will drown you in your sleep' -DT
'Are you really wasting your time sending messages to me? Fuck off' -Scoot
'Everypony hates you' -DT
'No shit' -Scoot
'I am going to kill you' -DT
'Likewise' -Scoot
'Don't you get it? You can't win. Resisting my messages won't do anything. You might as well kill yourself now' -DT
'Why don't you go die in the hole you were born in, you little cock-sucking son-of-a-bitch. I will kill you, shoot your parents five times in the back, and screw your boyfriend on national television. You are a peice of FUCKING SHIT. YOU should kill yourself. Go ahead, nopony will care. I would be glad to see you burn in hell, you fat retarded dick-hole. You. YOU will die. I'll come to kill YOU. I will nail you to a wall and saw you in half. SLOWLY. You'd better hope I'm in a good mood when I kill you. Because it will happen. I will murder you and everypony you know. You. Will. Pay.' -Scoot
'YOURE A FAT SLUT WHO DESERVES TO DIE' -DT
'But I don't throw a hissy-fit every time I get mad' -Scoot
No reply. I felt great.
Things escalated, and I had to ride the bus now. Which meant they had another outlet to beat me up. After a few days, I had scars and bruises painting my mid section, and a busted lip every day. I'm getting sick of this. It's becoming too much to handle.
Next week. Next week, I do it. Next week, they'll all pay.
Sunday-
I found my dad's old deer processing kit. He used it a lot when he went hunting. He's dead now, though.
Monday-
I've found his deer rifle, and his 12 gauge. He's got plenty of rounds to burn through.
Tuesday-
I took in the knives of the processing kit to my locker. It'll be safe there.
Wednesday-
I'll take the guns in tomorrow. I've prepared something to wear. I'll sleeve the knives in a few pockets I've made.
-Thursday
I was going to take the guns in today, but my mom got drunk again and wouldn't let me take my bag. Not sure why. Tomorrow, I'll be rid of her.
FRIDAY
I got the guns on a duffel bag, and headed out the door. My mom had a hangover, so thankfully I didn't get hit on the way out.
Once in the school, I rushed to hide the bag in my locker. At lunch, I lured a few students trying to harass me to the bathroom. Most of them dropped out and hurried to the cafeteria, but Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon stayed.
"Hey Scootaloo, wanna fuck?" Diamond called, reminding me of what she'd done to me that day.
I walked into the bathroom, and Diamond followed. Silver dropped out, and ran off, not knowing what would happen.
Once in the bathroom, I walked straight for the stall. Diamond followed. Once in, she started coming onto me.
I slammed her head into the wall, kicked her legs out from under her, and shoved her head in the toilet, face-first. At first, she hardly moved. Then she scrambled to get free. I held her hooves behind her back, drops of water splattering on my hoodie. She twisted and turned, but I held her head down with my knee. She shouted, but made no noise. She kicked everywhere, trying to get free, and I felt a sudden inhale from her. The water was in her lungs. She kept scrambling, harder, faster, more and more desperate for just one more breath of life. And then, a sudden stop.
I got up, leaving her head in the water, and spitting on the back of it.
"You started it, bitch."
I left the door locked, and slid under the bottom. On the way to the lunchroom, Silver Spoon saw me and ran, hoping to find her deceased friend.
"Where's Diamond?" She asked with a cocky 'why are you even here' attitude.
"Washing her face."
In the passing period, I was at my locker, and saw Silver at hers.
"Hey Silver Spoon!"
"What do YOU want?" she asked, same attitude.
"Follow me."
Thankfully, she followed, and I led her to the bathroom that nopony used, the one with DT's body. I showed her to the stall, slipped underneath, and unlocked it.
"I'm not doing it with YOU." She replied, but I tugged at the collar of her sweater. She saw Diamond's body, and immediately tried to run and scream for help, but I grabbed her head with my arm and squeezed, so she couldn't speak. From under my jacket, I took out a hooked knife, and dug the hook into her arm. I could feel her body tense up, each muscle telling the mind to scream, but failing. I tore out a series of tendons and flesh, along with a fair share of veins and arteries. She nearly fainted, and I took out a sickle. Her eyes widened at the sight, and I brought it to her neck. I dipped it in, and slowly let it glide through her throat, slicing her head half-off. The blood spilled, and sank into the drain on the stall floor. I dumped her lifeless, twitching body on top of Diamond's and left it there.
It was the last period of the day, and I had the duffel bag next to me. Everypony was wondering where Diamond and Silver were, but most assumed they were either out of school or in the bathroom, doing it. Just as the period started, I unzipped the duffel bag and loaded the 12 gauge, hidden by the sound of pages flipping and students talking. I aimed it down the row I was behind, and right then, the teacher saw. She ducked, and I fired, blowing off the heads and upper-torsos of the students that had once terrorized me. I heard panic throughout the hallway, and walked with the duffel bag to the only entrance. Everypony was in the hall, being stood-off by me. I reloaded the shell, and tried to pick out two individuals.
"Applebloom, Sweetie Belle."
I motioned them forward, and shoved them on the ground. The shotgun still aimed at the crowd, I pulled a large knife from my pocket. I took Sweetie's head under my arm, with my knife pointing at midsection. I took Applebloom under my other arm, giving me another hostage. The duffel bag was on my back. I walked through the crowd, all of them too chickenshit to do anything. Once I was clear, a teacher jumped at me from a classroom. A fired, ripping a hole in his stomach, leaving him writhing on the ground, with blood covering the wall behind him.
I stood in front of the crowd, and shoved my former best friends on the ground. Sweetie Belle was crying, and Applebloom was shaking.
"You all caused the killing of a number of students today." I fired into the crowd. They didn't move a bit, only flinched. Six students fell dead or dying, crying out for others to help them.
"You happy? YOU FUCKIN' HAPPY NOW!?!?!"
"Scootaloo, don't do this!" Sweetie cried out through her tears.
"You bullied one of your best friends just to fit in, you sick fuck." I said rapidly. "You wanna fit in? Go ahead, go join your goddamn friends, you fuckin' prick! I SAID FUCKING GO!!!"
She got up and walked over to her group of new friends, all waiting for her. I shot her in the leg, and her bloodied leg was torn off by the blast into the crowd. Applebloom broke out crying.
"And you were never there for me. You made fun of me first, Applebloom. And this... Is exactly what you get for it."
She backed up to the wall. I beat her with the butt of the gun until she was spitting out blood and teeth, along with fractures of bone. I kicked her stomach until she vomited on herself. I stopped.
"Get out! GO! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" The students ran down the hall, downstairs to the auto-workshop. I grabbed Applebloom and the screaming Sweetie Belle and ran down after them.
The doors to the escape were blocked from the outside, and now they were trapped. I dropped the two by the car, and hoisted Sweetie onto the table.
She could hardly move, and I pinned her down to make sure she couldn't. I powered-up the circular saw, and revved it up to her. She stared down in horror between her own two legs as the saw ripped and tore messily through her legs, spilling her intestines on the floor, where they splattered and squished as they settled. Eventually, her squealing stopped, and I was done.
I looked over at Applebloom, into her eyes of fear and hatred. I picked her up, laid her against a wooden wall, and picked up a hammer and nail. I stood her up and nailed her to the wall, each strike with the hammer causing a scream from Applebloom as the rusted metal nail tore through her hooves. Once I was done, I took a hook from the table and a knife from my jacket and started prying open her midsection. She cried and screamed, more and more, until I took the hook, hooked it around her slightly exposed spine, and ripped it out. Her head was jerked backwards sickeningly fast, and the back it tore off. I dropped the bone on the ground, and looked at the students.
They all knew I got bullied. Not a single one of them gave a shit, either.
I heard sirens, and slowly got a black plastic tube from the table. Connecting it from the exhaust pipe to the the window, I got in and cranked the car. It had gas, but was stuck in place. The sirens grew louder, and I slammed on the gas. The exhaust immediately filled the car, and I coughed.
My best friends had betrayed me, and abandoned me to fit in and remain popular. They threw away the years of friendship they had with me, just to avoid being made fun of. They weren't my friends.
I hacked, and coughed, spitting out black mucus from the back of my throat.
Diamond caused this all. Those days when that fuckin' cock-sucking slut ruined my life will be etched in my memory forever.
I spat out blood, but it mixed in with the blood soaking my front already. My lungs collapsed.
If I had talked with Twilight maybe... But all that is gone now. And for a good reason. My mom beat me everyday, as well as students, and took away everything I loved.
The sirens were excessively loud now, and I heard tires screech outside. I took out my notebook, and opened it to the page of the workshop. I had dreamed of this moment. The saw, the silhouette in the car, the bodies, all of the former Crusaders. All gone when one mare literally fucked up my life and told me to die.
I was vomiting blood, and could no longer breathe. But I still had my foot on the gas.
I heard the school doors open, and saw about twenty police pry the doors open and evacuate everypony from the room.
I vomited, and coughed. Hacked and spat. Screamed, and cried. And then, at the end of my life, I cried as death finally took me, and my pain finally came to an end.
