Breaks

There was a dark, dimly lit room. The windows were covered with sheets that were hung up to block the sun. A boy about seventeen years old, short, bleached, blond hair and what seemed to be red eyes along with extremely pale skin, woke up. He turned on his small light to light up his small room. When the lights in the room went up a bit, the room was covered in game posers--nothing to different from a boy's room.

He picked up his cell phone to check the date. It was saturday morning. He picked up his remote and turned his TV on to the HUB when the theme song started. The theme to his favortie show, even though he would never admit it. Cartoon ponies crossed the screen. The albino boy smiled a bit as the joy he got from this show was something he couldn't really explained. He watched it for half an hour until the show ended and he turned his TV off.

The boy opened his closet door and on the floor, in the way back of the closet, was a small box with the words, "Dave's DO NOT OPEN" writen in a black sharpie on the side. The boy, who seems to be named Dave, pulled out the box and opened it. Inside the box were little pony toys like the ones from the cartoon.

Dave pulled out the ponies one by one. As he did, he named every single one of them. As he pulled out his second to last pony from the box, he placed the rainbow maned pony down with all the rest but there was still one more pony in the box--a pure, white pony with a purple mane. Dave pulled out the last pony.

"Rarity..." Dave said to himself.

He picked up the white pony, wrapped her tail around his finger, and stared at her. He moved her mane out of the way so he could see her cutie mark. Dave ran his thumb over the three blue marks. The look on dave's face changed. He looked angry at this white pony. He looked into her blue, painted on eyes. It was just a toy pony, but he was getting so angry at it for no reason.

Dave grabbed onto the pony's purple mane and held her like that. Dave glared at her as she was held infront of him. Dave grabbed onto her tail and pulled it as hard as he could and he ripped the pony's tail out of the plastic toy, the purple hair fell to the floor. Dave still had the pony's hair in his hand.

"I hate you," he said to himself in his dark, dim room.

Dave turned the toy's head around to see that it's face had changed. The white pony's face looked sad, upset even, as if it was real. He stared at the pony's face for mintues in the quiet of his room. Dave didn't know if he should be scared or shocked.

Dave's thumb moved onto the pony's cheek. Dave moved his thumb to see that on his hand was something red and warm. Dave dropped the pony onto the floor. It was bleeding--the toy was bleeding! It's face changed and it was bleeding! Dave moved away from the toy.

"I-It's just a toy," Dave said, too scared to get close to it.

"It's just a toy!" he screamed

"IT'S JUST A TOY!!" he screamed again and again.

Dave covered his head down into his lap. Dave looked back up at the toy. The toy had moved. It was sitting upwards, looking at dave with that sad look on it's face. The toy didn't move, it just sat there with those sad eyes. Dave hid his face again in his lap. But once he looked back at the toy, the Rarity toy's eyes had been shaded in all black, blood dripping from it's eyes and it's hair was cut shorter and messier.

Dave started shaking "I-I'm sorry..." Dave mummbled.

"I'M SORRY!!" he yelled as loud as he could.

Once he screamed, the lights went out making his room pitch black even though it was day light outside. There was one more scream and then quiet. Not another sound was made.

Later that night, the young boy's mother came home and walked into his room only to find that young dave had cut his wrist and died from blood loss. Next to his body was that same Rarity toy with its tail ripped out. Dave's mother called 911 to get Dave to the hospital, but it was to late. Dave had died. He had an extreme case of schizophrenia and didn't take his pills that day.