One could say that Ponyville is a sanctuary. Another could say that Ponyville is a place for discovering one’s hopes and dreams. Scootaloo was a young Pegasus, beautiful and unique in her own ways. She had no Mother or Father to help her along. Her friends were always there for her, but her depression often outweighed their efforts. Her nights were spent alone with no pony to comfort her. Happiness was only found when she thought of her one dream coming true, to fly as high as the sky would let her. She wanted nothing more than to be like her hero, Rainbow Dash. It was a dream that could not be made a reality however.

Again.

“H-hello, you’ve reached Fluttershy. I’m sorry I can’t come to the phone right now, but if you could leave a message I will get back as soon as possible. Thank you…”

Again.

“H-hello, you’ve reached Fluttershy. I’m sorry I can’t come to the phone right now, but if you could leave a message I will get back as soon as possible. Thank you…”

Again.

Translated into Russian by Athlete.
Translated into French by BlackRockSparkle.

"Just when Dad starts to think I forgot him, I - I couldn't stop myself. I had to show him I still remembered him deep down in my heart. No, I'm not being sappy. I'm being honest. As I shoot across the sky, Dad, letting my Rainbow spread to you, I hope you understand -

I love you and always will.

Your forever daughter,

Rainbow Dash. "

When your life is as dull a gray as the world that surrounds you, the mundanities can make it all seem meaningless. Sometimes all we need is a little color -- or six -- to reintroduce us to what truly makes life worth living.

*6-16-2017 Edit, added Rainbow Dash tag because it triggered knighty.*

A story about how sometimes when we hurt others we also hurt ourselves. Because physical pain isn't the only kind there is.
For the life of me I've been trying to figure out how to improve this description but can't.

This is the first fanfiction I ever actually wrote and as such I sort of holds a little place in my heart. When I first wrote and posted this story is was very rough. (A first draft with little to no editing) Though to my surprise it met with a good reception. As such I decided to put more time into this story to truly make it shine as well as I can. Going back and fixing my mistakes, polishing out the rough bits, and some general revisions to help the story flow better. I do hope you enjoy this story and the work I put into it.

As of 12/01/2014 every chapter has been revised and edited to a new and (hopefully improved) version!
Even one scene from the first chapter has been cut out and moved to its own separate chapter.
I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did creating it.

I'd like to think my editors; sbloom85 and Kraken Hatchling for their help with this. You guys are awesome. An additional thanks to Leoshi for also pointing out and helping me fix errs that were missed.

All I can hear is my heartbeat in my ears. Am I speaking to you? Can you hear me, even when I can't? I love you. Listen. Please. I love you.

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **

What started off as an ordinary day on Sweet Apple Acres quickly turns into a nightmare when Applejack makes a tragic discovery.

Scootaloo's final thoughts as she plummets to her demise.

Fuzzy, blurry patches of color. That's all I can see. I wouldn't even call it "seeing". It's quite sad to be honest. Being pretty much blind makes me feel so helpless sometimes. My parents must've thought I was pretty helpless too for them to leave me. I think everyone thinks I'm helpless to some extent. I was so sheltered during my life at the orphanage. I admit, it was nice being taken care of and knowing that I was safe. But I wanted to be more than that filly who would just stay in her room all day, waiting for something interesting to happen in her life. I wanted to take action and prove I was anything but helpless. That lead me to do something no one saw coming...

After many hard years of living with weak and stunted wings, Scootaloo finally decides to end her life. On her way to her grave, she wanders through a snowy Ponyville night, reflecting on the past that has haunted her life. But despite her determination, some friends are too stubborn to see that there are things too broken to fix, too proud to lay down their belief that you can be more than is possible. Some friends are just too loyal to let you go.