Like a stone

So I've got this idea for a story (Yet another Anon-a-Miss sun-a-side story) here have a preview, Don't know if I'll make anything more from it. But please tell me what you think, thanks.

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As the wind whipped through Canterlot on that cold Autaum day, Sunset just stood there staring into the water. She had come to the old mill bridge, one of the highest points in the city. She climbed up to the peak of the bridge, cars wooshing by down below just barely a sound to her above the wind. But their voices still rang in her ears. Particularly Fluttershy and her silence, the others yelling at her, yeah emotions, but Fluttershy wouldn't even meet her eyes when she had gone to Sugarcube Corner. After that everything was numb to her, her heart which had ached for their compassion, her mind wich cried for them to listen, her body which had dragged her there. But they left her. Alone, Cold and numb, Like none of it meant anything.

As cars drove by the old mill bridge all sunset heard was rainbow dash yelling at her. Ever since she was "cleansed" by that rainbow blast to the face, she had tried her best to make up for all the things she'd done. For all those, she'd wronged, For all those that had bled. In her dreams, she had wandered the school's halls reliving every punch, every threat, as a spectator. She wandered on and on, every night since the fall formal.

At first, she managed the pain by cutting, tallying every person and their grudges on her stomach, thighs, and even on her tongue. But after a while it just became numb to her, everywhere she'd cut, she would look at it... Waiting for the pain to register in her brain, but it never did.

Then once that didn't work she tried using pain meds and alcohol to make herself forget, that only lasted so long. Back when she was queen B of CHS she used to brag about having the liver of a horse, well as it turns out its true.
she could drink a whole box of wine and feel nothing, so she tried the harder stuff. Whiskey, while it burned and tasted great didn't do it either. So she graduated to vodka which, according to snips, was the hard HARD stuff, nope. To her, it just tasted life firey water, and just made her want to dance. Eventually, she tried some pain meds, someone had given them to her a while ago in payment for... something or other. Those ... Now those threw her for a loop. She'd been drinking and wasn't feeling anything so she decided 'What the hell, Mind as well' and had popped a pill in and flushed it back with some vodka, next thing she remembered was walking out of a convenience store having just spent a month's worth of her lunch money on junk food. Honestly, she didn't care what happened in those times, all she knew is she didn't hurt, inside, the voice of the demon wasn't yelling at her, her body didn't ache from the burns and scarring that came with her transformation. The one thing she could still feel.

And so here she was standing on the rooftop of the bridge's arch ready to fall. taking one last swig of her water bottle (that shed been filling with vodka and taking with her everywhere) she decided to step off