Did I do good? · 3:56am Mar 11th, 2013
I may have, and I sincerely hope that I have, prevented someone from committing suicide. I saw him posting stuff saying, "This is the end for me. I'm sorry guys."
And don'tcha know, I just can't have that. I tried to reason with him. Tell him that it gets better from where he's at. He told me it's gotten so bad that... he's made out with his Fluttershy plushie, and done things.
I told him that there isn't anything wrong with that, because I know him, and I know that if he were in a better mental state, he wouldn't do that. He told me that, "Tomorrow, you'll understand."
I immediately pulled a technique I saw in one of darf's fics, one of his only non-clop stories. (WHAAA, FROM DARF?!)
Anyway, tell me if I did alright. I made this up on the fly, and I knew who his best pone was. I proofread and edited it in this post, but it's somewhat less on the actual post.
Don't hurt yourself man. I hate to have to do this, but imagine in your head this scene:
You wake up.
You tell yourself that today's the day you're going to do it. You walk to your closet, pulling out a handgun.
You silently weep as you cock the gun, and put it to your forehead. You feel the cold metallic point, and shudder.
You think back on your life, wondering when it all went wrong.
You think about the fandom, and what some of it's people have done to you, good and bad. Out of the corner of your eye, just barely visible in the dark, you see a canary yellow pegasus standing in front of your doorway. She seems to have not noticed you until you've noticed her, and your eyes meet. You glance down to the ground, and look back up again, but she's still there.
She asks you what you're doing, addressing you by name. You find it extremely difficult to tell her what you're about to do, and why you're doing it. Throughout your reasoning, she begins to tear up. But inside it's all she can do to not burst into tears.
You tell her to turn away. You don't want her to witness such a tragedy. You hear her silently moan, but not something of joy. This is of the deepest sadness, and as she quietly sobs, she sits on the floor, then lays on it. She buries her head in her hoof, weeping soundlessly, and as she finally breaks into floods of tears... you pull the trigger, hear the gunshot, and...
You wake up.
If any of you know that story, you know the feels it caused. I didn't directly pull the story's premise, but I used that "You wake up" techniquesince it had such an impact on me. Hope you like it, and sorry if I ramble! 
You tried. You did something; that's more than most people can say.
907583 I suppose I did. I tried hard to make the target audience (him) immerse himself in it, even if it was short.
Actually, I think I'll go read that fic by darf right now. I need a good dose of sadness to coax out the overflowing emotion from my tear-duct shaped floodgates.
I really hope he's gonna be all right. What you did was far beyond what many would do and no mather what happens I don't want you to blame yourself okay?
908393 Yea, I'm not going to... And I mean, I've never actually met the guy. Someone invited me to this group of bronies on Facebook, he was in it, and no one's been very active in the group. But I saw that, and I had to do something. I wasn't just going to let it happen!