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// A Broken Scooter 
// Story: A broken scooter 
// by snowfu 
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   Scootaloo looked down. She stared at the scrape she had recieved after failing a trick meant to impress Rainbow Dash. It had supposed to have been a 360 scope in midair as she did a back flip. Needless to say, it hadn't gone well. She went, slowly trotting up the stairs toward the kitchen. She paused, standing in the front of the cabinet, and opened it, grabbing what was inside.
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Scootaloo blinked, staring at the bright light above. She could her ponies around her jabbering about medical terms. She didn't care. Why should she? The deed had been done. There was no going back now. Not now. Now that she had finally had the sense to see that she was worthless. She felt her eyelids slowly close. She let them, they were getting too heavy for her to keep open anyway, she thought as she drifted off into darkness.
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Scootaloo gasped, crying out in pain as the scooter crashed, landing on the side of the road. She fell in an unmoving heap in the side of the road in the mud. Red and brown mixed as blood freely poured into the dirt from Sootaloo's scraped knee. She was holding back tears because she didn't want to downgrade herself anymore in front of her idol.

"Wow, you okay squirt? That was quite a fall you took there. And oh my gosh, look at you wings." The blue pegasaus with the rainbow mane and tail cried. This was the source of why Scootaloo tried so hard. Scootaloo wanted to be Rainbow Dash when she grew up. Recovering from her wing size, getting her cutiemark, Diamond Tiara's envy as she watched Scootaloo tear through the sky, no longer the groundborn chicken she used to be. That was Scootaloo's dream, and she wanted nothing more in the world than fufill it.

"You okay, squirt? You sure took a nasty fall there and -, you're bleeding oh my gosh, you need medical attention. We got to get you to a doctor." Rainbow Dash fluttered nervously, her wings flapping anxiously. Scootaloo stared at the wings. They were a tantalizing want she just couldn't get no matter how hard she tried. 

"Yeah, don't worry Rainbow Dash, I'm fine. It'll take more then that to take out me." Scootaloo replied, standing up as her legs wobbled. She hoped she looked braver then she felt, which was not at all. She plastered on a fake smile as she looked up at her idol.

"You know squirt, this is dangerous, even for me. Maybe you should, er, find something else to do, like, ummmmmmm, juggling, yeah juggling. Or maybe swimming." As Rainbow Dash listed suggestion, Scootaloo felt her heart sink. Her idol, the one she looked up to so much, was telling her the best thing she was good at, she was terrible at. She was heartbroken. I don't deserve to live she thought, tears watering in her eyes. She wished she could crawl in a hole and die.

"I'm fine." Scootaloo said, trotting off toward her house. When she heard Rainbow Dash call after her, she broke into a gallop, putting her head down as she went toward home. Her silent tears broke into sobs as she gor closer to her home. Her eyes were red now as she galloped inside and slammed the door.
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Scootaloo opened her eyes. She had not been aware she had closed them. She looked at the mirror again to see that she had started crying again, her eyes bloodshot and puffy. She picked up the potato peeler in her mouth, feeling it clenched hard between her teeth. It tasted of mold and surprisingly gasp potatos. She raised her hoof and sliced. Blood spurted onto the mirror. It stung as though a thousand needles were puncturing her hoof. She sliced again, and again and again, until bone was visible. Then she started on the other hoof, slicing it as one would a carrot. At last, both of her hooves veins had bien severed, a bit of blue streaking down the mirror was the last of the vein. She dropped the potato peeler, feeling sick and picked up the pencil in her mouth, the one she had also grabbed in the kitchen before heading upstairs. She scribbled her note down, then, feeling faint, collapsed on the floor, the last thing she heard was her door slamming open before darkness overtook her.