Outcast

by Cameron Nightshade


The End of the Line

Dear whoever happens to look for me and find this (although I don’t think anyone will),

Hello. As I am writing this letter, I am crying as much as a pony can. It never stops. The taunting and bullying. It never stops, and I’m tired of it. I have been told so many times that I should just go and kill myself. Well, they are about to get their wish. I guess I am just a useless pegasus. I can’t do anything right, and all their names to me have killed me inside. If I am dead inside, why not finish the job and get it over with? I guess you could say that these are my final words. So here are my final words.

I hope you realize that your words do hurt me. Anything and everything you say can hurt a person, and most of the time it will. I know that you want me dead, and I guess you can say that you got your wish. I know that I am a horrible pony and right now I can’t do anything to help you. But you never know. I could have been the pony who found a cure for cancer, or helped save your parents if they are dying. But now, no pony will ever know what I can do, since I am taking my own life. Well I guess my final words are going to be, treat others the way you want to be treated. If you treat them like they are nothing, then I hope that someday you get the same in return. I am picking up the pills and about to swallow them. I hope you know that you are the cause of this, and this is the effect. Goodbye.

~Ditzy Doo (Derpy Hooves)

So I guess this is the end. I started off with a good life, but now it is gone. I lift up the pills and swallow them all. I close my eyes and wait for the end.