//------------------------------// // This is it // Story: Leap of faith // by Theblacksmithbrony //------------------------------// “You can’t do anything right!” He shouted “Absolutely NOTHING!!!” His hoof met my nose with a crunch and a crack. My nose was broken. I could feel it, but the fact he hit me hurt even more. The pain inflicted on my nose was nothing to what my heart was feeling. Whimpering, I brought my hoofs to may face in hope to protect myself. He pulled his hoof towards him. It was broken. He looked at it hanging limply “Ahh buck. Look what you did now, Scootaloo. You broke my bucking hoof.” Rage filled his eyes and he started limping across the wooden floor towards me. “Now come here you chicken” His words stung my heart. My own father. Feeling hollow and empty, still whimpering and blood flowing from my nose, I felt lost. I was used to his words but he never called me that before. My brow furrowed in anger. “NO! I have had enough of this. Ever since mum died you've been going at me. Why dad? WHY!?” “Because you are worthless! You can’t fly -I had to buy this house in town because of that-, and you don’t listen. You spend all day out of the house doing what? Looking for your cutie mark. Do you know why you don’t have it? It’s because you are useless, talentless and just a plain waste of space! You're mother should have killed you before she killed herself!" He then turned onto his uninjured fore hoof to buck me. His hoofs met nothing but air. Falling down, he tried to put his injured hoof down to stop his descent. It struck the floor, twisting in a disturbing way and caused him to scream in pain. I bolted to my room, trying to get away from him before he could recover. Closing the door, I stuck a chair against the handle in hope to stop him. I felt so hollow as I slowly stepped away from the door. Walking to the corner, I glanced at the mirror. There, looking at me, was a little orange filly with scattered purple hair. Her violet eyes were red and one was close to swollen shut. Pouring down her face mingling with tears was a steady flow of blood. Most noticeable was the look in her face. The look that told her she had lost all she had. Her mother and now even her father. A banging at the bedroom door brought me back to my senses. Not him again Looking hopelessly around my room, I saw my open window. My chance of freedom, my chance for safety. “Scootaloo open this door now!” His shouts were slightly muffled by the door Grabbing my scooter, I ran the short distance and jumped through. Forgetting I was on the second story, I buzzed my wings in hope to slow my descent. The result was a face full of dirt. Screaming at the pain that shot through my broken nose, I didn't notice the banging from the bedroom had stopped. Ignoring the pain, I got up and snatched my scooter from the place it fell. Gripping the handlebars in my fore hoofs and pushing off with the back ones, I started picking up speed. The buzzing of my wings muffled the sound of the front door opening. “GET BACK HERE!” he shouted. I just pumped my wings faster in response. “SCOOtaloo...” his voice faded away as I rounded the corner. The trip itself was smooth, but with a half closed eye and a bleeding nose obscuring my view, I misjudged a corner and painfully tumbled into a wall. Curling up in pain, I realised I had nowhere to go. Nopony to help me and no family. There was always the CMC but Applebloom was helping her sister and so was Sweetie Belle. Then I remembered the clubhouse. My last place for a safety. Ignoring the pain, I picked up my scooter from the floor and pushed off. Upon reaching the clubhouse minutes later, I discarded my scooter in the bushes so it wouldn’t get spotted before walking up the steps. Closing the clubhouse door, I leaned against the far wall and started to slowly slide down. The realization of what my father said to me hit me with the subtlety of a brick wall. He never called me a chicken before. That particular insult brought up by the meanest pony she knew. Diamond tiara. But what had hurt worse was that one sentence. Your mother should have killed you before she killed herself! Just that sentence kept playing and playing in my head like a broken record player. He couldn't have meant it... could he? Then everything he said had meaning. I am worthless. I am a nopony. “And nopony will miss me when I’m gone.” Sure, I had Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. But that was it. Just two ponies to remember me. They'll get over it. Diamond tiara had been right. I am a worthless chicken. I am a waste of space. I am talentless. The best thing I could no now for everypony its to leave and give my space to somepony else. Somepony who could do better than I could. I had a plan now. Leaving the confines of the clubhouse, I proceeded to ghastly gorge. I guess now I can finally see if I’m a chicken. Reaching the gorge, I could see how it got its name. Down below, from a hundred meter drop, was a mass of protruding rocks and pitfalls. “Well, scoots, I guess it’s time to see...” Looking down and reflecting on the day... and my life, I just felt hollow. This is what my life came down too. Just a step. I can do that. I smiled at the thought. Either way, if I fly or not, I might just be accepted. “Come on. Just a step.” “Just one...” Well here goes nothing. “Wait. I am nothing” That put a smile on my face. I took the step. Or rather a leap. With the wind whistling past my ears and the feeling of weightlessness taking hold. Only one thing could go through my mind. Maybe I’ll see mom again.