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// Is There A Point? 
// Story: What’s The Point? 
// by Wendigo Studios 
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Harmony, friendship, togetherness, is there even a point to that? Is there a point to magic of friendship or the Elements Of Harmony when it all goes sour. What’s the point of friendship if it never goes as planned, if your friends turn their backs on you, if everyone leaves you, if your family abandons you, calls you a burden on them, hates you, victim shames you for something that isn’t your fault. When the fault lied on them and you were only trying to save them, when the fault was of someone who was hurting them without them realizing it. Because they are  too blind to see reason, too deaf to hear the truth, too corrupted to realize you’re right all along.

What’s the point of being generous and kind when all they do is take and take selfishly, without giving you anything in return. When they take advantage of your kindness, when they hurt you, manipulate you, corrupt you, turn you against the ones who truly care about you, beat you, kick you to the curb when you have no more to give. When you can’t pulled yourself together anymore and lose your sanity. Your kindness dies, your generosity twists into selfishness, you become mean and cruel especially to others who need your help. Your old self is gone, a cruel reminder of the crime committed against the innocent remains.

What’s the point of being honest when they’ve been lying to you your whole life, when they hid secrets about your family, deceived you, denied themselves their integrity, deceived others around them. Turned everyone against you, made their truth when your truth was the truth. When they were willing to lie to cover themselves or get rid of you so they could stay free, took all credits for your achievements till your name was erased for all time. Left behind, forgotten, smashed to nothing but dust and ash. That is until the dust was reformed but not the way you wanted it, it is instead corrupted, shattered barely hanging on to the few threads that are left behind. Your achievements are yours once again, but aren’t the ones you started with, but what has become your downfall, your insanity, your madness.

What’s the point of laughter when they denied your happiness, cursed your existence, took away your innocence, your identity, your happiness, your *humanity*. Sure they didn’t take away your life or at least, didn’t succeed in taking away your life because they hated you for simply existing as best as you could. But what is left of you? A disheveled broken shell of a human who barely has anything left…until your hatred overtakes you, your sanity crumbles and the hidden madness breaks free. The shattered remains of the innocent child you were twist, the mind fractures, the truth overtakes, the wrath and insanity is unleashed.

What’s the point of being loyal when they betray you, hurt you, destroy  every fucking part of your being till nothing but a shattered, heartbroken, fractured, shell of a person behind. A person who can never trust the words or faces of the people around them? A person who can’t trust the smiles of those around them, even the smile of their own beloved for the fact that one smile who was supposed to be kind and warm was further from the truth. The faces of others without seeing a selfish gleam in one’s eye or a knife behind their back, without seeing the hatred or jealousy they have for your talents in their eyes, the desire to wipe you off the face of the planet even when you did nothing wrong other then try to help them keep their business afloat? Try to comfort them when they’ve been hurt, broken, had a relationship that didn’t work out for them? For being loyal to the ones you care about?

What is the point to the Elements Of Harmony or the magic of friendship if slowly one by one, your  supposed friendships or relationships you had created with others suddenly fell apart, broken apart despite your attempts to try to mend it, heal it, make it stronger. Your friends hate you, despise you suddenly even though you did nothing to deserve this hatred. Turn their backs on you, abandon you, become your enemies. Who join the bullies who torment you, push you, stab you in the back, wound every being of your soul till there’s nothing left. Who laugh at your pain, push you away when you try to reach out, shove you away and leave you to the shadows till only a knife becomes your only friend. But it’s a toxic relationship that only wounds you worse then the others around you, leaves behind scars along your forearms, the blood dripping free till it goes too far and leaves only a corpse.

But of course, they won’t care, they never fucking cared for you, did they? You deny it at first, however the denial was short lived. Next came anger, rage, resentment at both yourself and the idiots who you thought were your friends. You grasped at your mane, ripping out several strands of chocolate brown hair with your front hooves till they fell free to the ground. You screamed out in fury at your own stupidity, punching the sides of your head hard causing fresh bruises to form on your light brown coat. But it wasn’t enough, you galloped over to the walls and started punching the walls with your front hooves leaving dents in the walls and making your hooves bloody stumps but you didn’t care, the anger was too much for you to feel the slightest bit of sanity or pain.

Finally the anger drains from your frame, the resentment you felt towards the ones you once loved leaves and soon nothing remains…till the depression hits, tears fill your eyes then tremble down your cheeks. Sobs rack your frame, wails break free from your throat, you scream to the high heavens above, demanding to know one thing and one thing only. “WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME MOTHER?!”