Different
Written By: Cameron
I didn't know I was different until someone punched me in the face and told me to go away.
The sun dipped down on the horizon. The moon was slowly rising to the sky. Very few clouds were out. Stars were already starting to twinkle. Night was only a couple minutes away. The clubhouse was getting darker with each passing second, but that didn't make the little filly go away.
Scootaloo sat in the middle of the floor, head buried in her hooves. She didn't like today. Today was not a good day. Every colt and filly at school knows it. The worst part is her friends know too. Each passing second made her want to disappear. It made her want to become a nopony.
"Hey Scootaloser!" Diamond Tiara called out, gaining Scootaloo's attention.
Scootaloo turned around from the swing set and looked at the pink menace. "What do you want, Diamond Tiara." She mocked the name.
"Oh nothing," she started, "I just wanted to know how being an orphan is handling you."
This caught Scootaloo off guard. Her eyes went wide in shock, but she quickly changed the look on her face to make her seem oblivious. "I don't know what you're talking about." She replied, too quickly.
"Oh. You know what I mean. Right, Silver Spoon?" Diamond looked over to her best friend who simply nodded. "See. Me and SS were, totally, hanging out and chatting to each other."
"Like yeah." Silver Spoon acknowledged.
"Then, we saw you being dragged along by one of the employees from the Sunny Side Orphanage." DT grinned, when she saw Scootaloo's face turn into complete horror.
"No."
"Uh-huh, that's right." Silver Spoon interjected. "That's when me and DT figured it out!" A crowd was starting to form around the trio. Confusion was plain on their faces, but they heard the word 'orphan' and had to find out who.
"Don't say it!" Scootaloo barked at them.
"You are an orphan!" The bullies said, in unison. "A blank flank orphan!" They giggled at each other.
There were gasps all around the three. Scootaloo turned around in all directions. All eyes were on her. All attention was towards her. She didn't like it. The crowd started to move in on her. They kept on asking questions like "you're an orphan" or "you have no parents?"
It was killing the young pegasus. What hurt her the most was hearing her name in such an weird way from her friends.
"Scootaloo?"
The filly turned around and saw Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle standing right in front of her. "Why didn't you tell us before?" Sweetie Belle asked.
Tears were starting to shed from Scootaloo's eyes. She closed them and charged right out of the crowd. Fleeting the scene as quickly as possible. She never dared to turn back. Not even when she heard her name again.
Luna's moon finally appeared, but the clubhouse was bright with several candles that surrounded the room. The night was visible from the windows, but the little filly was not afraid of the dark. She sighed. She knew that what she was going to do will probably change a whole lot for her.
Scootaloo grabbed a stool and sat on it. She had a box sitting right in front of her and a finished book that laid right next to it. Her wing were hurting, but she paid no attention to them. Everypony knows, now, she told herself. Mocking will come tomorrow, but I don't want to see tomorrow.
She opened up the box and pulled out a very thick and long rope. She stood on top of the stool and tied a knot around an open wooden base supporter. She made a hole big enough for her little head to go through and she tightened it around her little neck.
"If I did it just like the book says," Scootaloo said to herself, "It should work perfectly fine. She looked down at the ground and saw a book called 'how to tie one-hundred different knots.'
She then looked down next to the book and saw a pair of bloody scissors. She tried to spread her wings, but felt an intense amount of pain to them. Then, they went numb. Her vision was blurred from tears in her eyes. She took a deep breath and kicked the stool she was standing on.
She screwed up. The rope was supposed to snap her neck, but it's just chocking her. She started to flail her legs in an attempt to stand on something, but the stool was two inches too far for her reach. She tried to flap her wings, but they wouldn't move. Blood was dripping off of the tip of her wings.
She tried to breathe, but the rope didn't allow her to. Tears were flowing out of her eyes, but she smiled. She knew that she wouldn't hear the name calling. She would never hear the words "blank flank, flightless, nopony, worthless, bitch, motherless, abandoned, stupid, or orphan" ever again.
It was like a dream come true. It meant everything to her. When she dies and goes someplace better, she'll have parents who love her and adore her. She'll never be an orphan and she'll be able to fly freely. She'll never be different than anypony else ever again.
Darkness surrounded her vision and she slowly closed her eyes and released the breath that she was holding in the entire time. Blood was still dripping from her wings. Then two little fillies, who were looking for their friend, walked in the room and screamed.
They told me being different was a good thing, but sometimes I look at myself and say it was a lie.