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// Part 1: Walking Alone 
// Story: Daughter of Do: Parallel Paths 
// by PastelBacon 
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Scootaloo limped as she walked, still very beat up from the orphanage, she'd been walking for hours on end.

"Why do I continue to try...." Scootaloo asked herself.

It had been 8 hard years of absolute hell for the young orange filly. She never knew her real parents, she was ridiculed all the time for not being able to fly. She tried to escape the orphanage so many times. But she failed every time... except once. When she lived in Ponyville, with all her friends. This is why it was so shocking for her to wake back up in the orphanage, away from what she was calling 'home' and she was treated just like before at the orphanage.

"How did they find me.... when did they find me.... where did they find me..." Scootaloo continued to murmur to herself. 

It was pouring the rain outside, but Scootaloo didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. Why should she? Nothing seemed to care about her, so why should she care about anything? Scootaloo often asked herself this too.

"Why am I even alive... cause I don't have a purpose.... no cause... no cutie mark... and now I have no friends either..." Scootaloo continued

Scootaloo didn't want to live anymore. She was very highly considering ending it all, now that she didn't even have the Cutie Mark Crusaders or Rainbow Dash in her life, or for that matter, anypony in her life. She was alone, just like she'd always been before Ponyville.

"I've always been homeless... nothing I ever do matters... I'm useless... nopony will ever want me... It's just a lost cause... im a lost cause...." Scootaloo said about herself.

"The one good thing in my life... now it's gone too... now I don't have a life.... and I don't want one either..." Scootaloo said, suicide something she was currently highly contemplating.

A deep voice came from behind Scootaloo, one of a stallion, and one that scared Scootaloo greatly, and she began running, and ran and ran... right into a dead end.

"N-No.... t-this isn't r-real..." Scootaloo said, turning around and saw the stallion approaching her, nowhere to go because of her inability to fly.

After all the thoughts of her not mattering to herself and everything, Scootaloo in this moment was still scared... she knew at this time, she didn't want to die yet, but she might not have a choice. 

The stallion stopped in front of Scootaloo, a scar across his eye and he wielded a knife as he chuckled heartlessly.
"I hope you aren't as fidgety as the last one kid..." the stallion said, with an evil grin.

Scootaloo gulped, closing her eyes, just knowing it was the end as the stallion got ready to bring his knife down on Scootaloo's ear.

"This is it... this is the end..." Scootaloo thought to herself, tears forming... and then everything went black.

Scootaloo's vision faded.... the one question remained. Was she dead? Or did something else happen?