My New Life

WARNING: The following story has been rated Mature by the author, due to prolonged descriptions of violence, gore and brief carnage, and disturbing themes such as violence, darkness, and suicide references, and prolonged descriptions of strong sexual content, and strong language throughout a lot of the story.

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Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own.

Everybody has a private world, Where they can be alone.

Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through?

Are you reaching out for me? Then I'm reaching out for you.

-Lyrics from "Beautiful", by Eminem

Have you ever had a dream? I had one. My dream was to get away from my boring, normal life, to explore the thing I loved the most.. I am a brony - My room has pictures of ponies taped to the walls and I love watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. My friends think I'm weird but at least they accept me for who I am. I'm no wimp, either, though. My favorite bands are Eminem and Mudvayne, pretty hard-core, and the last time a brony hater tried to beat me up... Well, let's just say he doesn't try to do that anymore.

I listen to some really depressing songs by Mudvayne and Eminem. First of all, I'm not mentally unstable. I wouldn't commit suicide for getting teased a little bit. However, it pisses me off when people take my music the wrong way and they get all worried, like "life is good, don't kill yourself, kid!"

Wow, I never would have guessed. I already fucking know that. So when people take the music that I listen to as a sign that I'm messed up, yeah, it kind of makes me mad.

I get pissed off pretty easily- not something you'd expect a brony to do? Well, that's me for you. I do have a nice side, though. In fact, I'm usually nice unless some dumb ass tries to upset me on purpose.

People bully me for everything. I'm not the "cool" kid at my school, you know? Well, I used to be. I used to live in Palco, Kansas, but I went to a school in a nearby town because Palco was too small to have its own school. Yeah, those were the good old days. It was a small school, but I was pretty popular I guess. I had like ten friends there. Life was great, and by the way, this was before I ever even heard about My Little Pony. Then, the shit hit the fan when my family moved to Washington. New school, no friends, hated for the stupidest reasons (and keep in mind, still before I even heard of My Little Pony). Well, I had to go to that school for three damn years before I finally got to go to a different school. Well, it was the same situation there, too, but at least I made like one friend.

Junior High. Better year for me. I made a friend- a good friend. We started to hang out a lot. Life was better, but I still got bullied.

In eighth grade, I discovered something that changed my life. My Little Pony. My cousin got me into it. I was a quiet brony at first, but some asshole found out and spread it. Wow, and I thought I got bullied before because of my fucking hairstyle and my love of reading? Shit, that was nothing! At least I had one good friend that accepted me for who I was.

Ninth grade now. Still teased. Wow, after three months of summer vacation, those kids haven't forgotten! I still had my good friend, who although he teased me sometimes, for the most part, he was good.

That bullying hurt- I'm not going to deny that- but it didn't drive me to the brink. You know what I mean. We learned in class about some kid who hanged himself in his closet for getting bullied too damn much. Well, I wasn't like that, I would never resort to taking my life, but the bullying hurt. I didn't tell the counselor- my pride was already on the line and I wanted to stand, not crawling, not falling, and show these kids that I could take care of problems myself. If I had gone to the counselor, they would have bullied me for being weak, being a baby or something like that, and I did NOT need any of that.

Two more years of school. Eleventh grade. Me, seventeen years old. My life hasn't changed much. I still get bullied but I do have a FEW more friends now. Two are even bronies, just like me. Still, summer vacation didn't come fast enough that year. But it finally did come, and that summer vacation was the one that completely changed my life.

Back to the My Little Pony thing- My favorite pony is Rainbow Dash. She's been my favorite ever since I saw the show for the first time.

The show for the first time. How, you may wonder, did a 17 year old like me get into a show like My Little Pony, which people say is for little girls? Well, I can still remember the first time I saw that show as if it just happened yesterday...

"Please?" My 6 year old cousin asked. "Just one episode, Nicky?"

"No!" I replied for the seventh time. "That show's for little girls, like you!"

"Aww... Pretty please, Nick?"

"I would rather die than be caught watching that show," I muttered under my breath. But what I said out loud was, "I already told you, that show's for girls like you."

"Please please please please? Just one episode?"

"But I don't want to," I told my cousin.

"Please? One episode won't hurt, will it?"

I stared at her, surprised. She was only six but she was talking like an older kid.

"Well... Fine," I said, giving in. "One (damn) episode. But I'm outa here right after that."

"Oh thank you!" My cousin said in delight. "Thank you so much, Nick!"

"Yeah... You're welcome," I said. "Just start the dang show so I can get this over with."

The episode she picked to watch was the very first episode of season one, with Nightmare Moon. At first, I was unimpressed... Especially when the theme song started playing. But then I realized it wasn't that bad. And so after that first episode, I was curious to know what happened next. After the second episode, I knew I had to see more. So instead of watching only one episode, I watched MLP for six hours strait, even after my little cousin had gotten tired of it and had left the room. It was the best show I'd ever seen in my whole life. I was amazed at how good the plot was, and I loved the animation and how the characters had their own unique personality.

And yeah, that's how I came to love MLP. In fact, when season three of the show aired, I saw it even before my little cousin did. Funny, huh? I honestly don't think that show is just for little girls. I'd recommend it to anyone.

About me being a brony again - most of my friends think I'm weird but I have a few friends who are bronies, like I said before. Thank god. If I was the only brony, that would kind of suck.

What do I do in my free time? I love to watch MLP on my iPad, when nosy parents aren't around and when I'm not doing things pony-related, I'm doing homework, listening to Eminem or Mudvayne, or doing chores. Yes, ponies take up most of my life. I lose myself in the show. It's a good way to get away from the hard pain of reality for awhile.

Well, now that you know all about me, let's get to my story. And it is one hell of a story. I don't care if you think I'm weird, I don't give a crap if you feel sorry for me, and I couldn't care less if you hate me after reading this story, but I have to get it out before I fucking blow up. Let me tell you what happened, starting on that fateful day...