Where is the hope, when you need it?

Red. That's all I see. Red drips down my legs. Red is all I want to see anyways. And that pain. Seering and enjoyable. I love it all so much. I almost don't want to stop. I figured out how to drag the blade across my legs using my mouth to grip the handle. It's a kitchen knife. Not a big butcher knife though. For the seventh time as I drag that silver, glistening razor against my skin, splitting it open as it dyes the fur around it a deep hue of red, I hear a knock at the door. But I think nothing of it, it should be locked. Boy was I wrong about that.

That shy, pastel yellow pony poked her head in. At first, it seemed as if she couldn't see anything. But as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of my house, she squeaked in shrill horror and stumbled backwards. And oh my, was she afraid. As she was stumbling, she tripped over something I'd left on the floor. Another loud yelp and she hit the floor. As she sat up, dazed and confused, she stared at me in horror. Oh Fluttershy, you'll never understand.

But something crossed her eyes, and I could tell it was that frightening ferocity she got sometimes. She stood up, without shaking off the dirt, and came over to me, ripping the knife from my mouth with her own, and flinging it behind her. "You know that doesn't fix anything!" She yelled. I was afraid for myself. But I was becoming weak slowly, lightheaded. I think she could tell because she raised her hoof to my shoulder to support me, and stared me in the eyes. "Dash, I never thought I'd find you here alone. Usually you've got a friend over...I know bad things have been happening. But you know that cutting never solves anything. You learned that when you were a filly and your mom passed. Like your dad was there for you at that time, I'm here for you now. Please, Dashie."

Her voice was filled with pleading. I almost felt bad for her. Having to see me in this condition, covered in blood from the legs down. She even saw me dragging the knife. I don't think she deserved to see any of that. "Dashie..." she sounded worried. "Dashie stay with me now! Rainbow Dash!" I must have fainted then, because that was the last thing I heard or remembered.

I guess she was right. It doesn't fix anything.