A student runs away after cyberbullying, but it's not Sunset.
Last night, I saw something disturbing. For me, writing helps me get rid of those feelings. This is what could've happened.
After countless cyberbullying, a CHS Student, TwiPON3, runs off and his cousin, played by me, and several friends try to help find him before it's too late.
The disturbing thing I saw was a chapter briefly posted on one of his stories. I do give my best to you, and hope that you're okay.
"You fucking know what!?" I said to my computer, typing an angry reply to several comments, "You MyStable admins can eat my shit! Everyone on here has complained to me to kill myself, I go through your damn beurocracy, and I get kicked every damn time! Don't look for me, I'll be dead!"
I destroyed all of my computers and equipment in my basement, went upstairs to my bedroom, destroyed all of my equipment in there, busted my CRT, making a mess of glass in the floor, kicking some of it into the living room, and cutting my feet on the way out, slamming doors as I went through them.
In my Yugo, I pulled my pocketknife, cut myself, started the car, and drove as fast as I could.
I was in a trance, working on puzzles. I hadn't noticed the time in hours when I heard what sounded like various things being destroyed, stomping, a door slamming, screaming, and a car shifting gears and skidding several times before fading into the distance.
"Huh?"
I looked out my open window and saw that it was TwiPON3's house, except his Yugo wasn't there.
It was 1:30, so I got my keys and ran next door.
His front door was broken at the frame, so it sat open just a little.
"PON3? It's me, Kat. You know, Walking Velma Dinkley?"
Still no response, so I went in.
On the floor, I noticed several pieces of plastic and broken glass and blood.
"PON3? If this is a joke, it's not funny!"
Nothing.
He wasn't in his room, but his computer screen was destroyed and bloody, shattered glass covered the floor.
"Oh no, please be in our workshop."
I went to the basement and saw only one computer working, everything else was damaged or destroyed; It showed an analog clock screensaver.
"Normally, I'm against this," I said, getting a paper towel and going over and moving the mouse, "But I'm figuring this out."
It was logged into his MyStable account, showing several comments, all telling him to go kill himself.
His last reply, just minutes ago, was at the top.
MyStable bastards, if you want me dead, FUCK IT! You won't have to see me tomorrow, or ever again. NO-DAMN-BODY likes the thought of me being alive, so LEVE THIS WAL THE FGUCKING HELL; ALONHE!!!
"No!" I said, calling him on my phone, "No, no, no, no! Please pick up!" I begged.
He had bothered to set up his voicemail.
I'm fucking sorry if you can't read CLEAR ENGLISH! I'm going to make EVERY-DAMN-BODY here HAPPY, XXXXXXXXX!!BEEP
I called again, but it just went to his voicemail.
"Oh no!"
I ran back over to my car, a Ford Fiesta, while I called Octavia.
She had told me that she and her group of friends were having sleepless nights lately, so I had high hopes of getting her.
"Mmm, yes, Love?" she said as the car started.
"Are you at your computer?"
"No... why?"
"Get to it and log onto Seth's MyStable page!"
I heard her trudging to a desk as I sped down the road with my hazard lights on.
"Uh..."
"Meet me somewhere!" I said, turning onto the highway.
"Love, please! Is this a joke!?"
"I don't think so! His house was empty and all of his computer stuff was destroyed and there was blood on it!"
"Meet me at the school! Our friends will be there with me!"
"Thanks!"
I sped the rest of the way to CHS, and found Octavia, Vinyl, Derpy, Lyra, Bon Bon, and the Rainbooms.
"Who, for Celestia's sake, would do this!?"
"I don't know, but he set up his voicemail," I said, playing the vulgar message.
Everyone gasped.
"I'll take North Canterlot," I said.
"Rainbow and I'll take east," Applejack said.
"Rarity and myself can take the south, Loves."
"I'll check the Suburbs with Twilight!" Sunset said.
In less than a minute, everyone had their areas chosen.
After a few hours of searching, we couldn't do it anymore.
"Darling, how can your cousin not sleep like he does?" Rarity yawned.
"I don't know," I said, pulling back into the CHS parking lot.
As everyone headed home, going their seperate ways, I couldn't help but to fear the worst.
I couldn't even sleep that night, and it showed at school the next morning.
"Miss Baynes?" Principal Celestia said, waiting at the door, "Can you come to my office for a minute?"
"Yes, ma'am."
I knew it was serious because she would always call me Velma if it weren't something bad.
I had her sass and looked a little like the character, after all.
"Katherine," she said, holding a laptop with his MyStable wall open, "Do you know about TwiPON3? His reply was... disturbing."
"No, ma'am. I haven't looked at MyStable since last night when I saw it in his house. Everything in it was destroyed."
"Oh," she said, more disturbed, "I see."
She scrolled up to show me replies to the suicide message, all of which were happy.
My mouth just dropped.
"No!" I cried.
"Do whatever you think you need to do."
It wasn't until after first class was halfway over that I was able to compose myself enough to go, so Principal Celestia wrote me a pass.
"Are you okay, Love?" Octavia asked me as I handed the note to Miss Cheerilee.
"I'm sorry," she said, quietly and disturbed with her hand over her mouth as she read the note from Principal Celestia, "If there's anything."
"Thank you."
When I took my seat, Aqua, who sat behind me, said something just so insulting--
"TwiPON3's actually cool now. Bet you like him better now too, huh?"
I turned around, grabbed his shirt, and as hard as I could, punched him repeatedly as I began to cry again.
"Hey! HEY!" Miss Cheerilee said, breaking the two of us up, "Aqua! Principal's office! Now! Octavia?"
"Yes, Love?"
"Can you go with Kat to Nurse Redheart's office? I figure that she might want to lie down and you to be there."
"But of course," she turned to me, "Come on now, Love. You're going to lie down and I'll be there with you."
I just nodded my head as she helped me up and to the nurse's office.
In the Nurse's office I was laying face down on the bed, still crying my eyes out. Octavia was sitting in a chair next to the bed, and Nurse Redheart had closed the door so we could have some privacy.
"Kat," Nurse Redheart asked me, "I think you just forced yourself to come to school today. If you want, I'll write you a referral to leave school."
I sat up.
"Nurse, Love, can you do that?"
"It's technically illegal because it's not medical, but I can fudge enough stuff. I'm sure all of her teachers know. It technically is my job to send students home if they're not well, and you are in no condition to go to class today."
"O... okay."
"Let's see," she said, getting a referral pad, "You have severe heartburn, are lightheaded, dizziness, and," she felt of my forehead, "a fever of 101 degrees even."
She seperated it into its individual leaflets, keeping the white one and giving the rest to Octavia.
I wasn't sure how far away I was because some of the things in the car didn't work. I didn't want to know.
I saw twilight give way to the crack of dawn and nothing but open, unlabeled roads in the desert.
I was on the right track.
"I am fucking GLAD AS HELL I'm not in that town anymore," I said, pulling into a gas station and getting my wallet out of the other seat, "Gas, energy drink, food, and beer."
Several times during the night, my phone rang. As far as I was concerned, those bastards must've been dumber than I thought. They weren't going to get me.
"Fill up the Yugo," I said, "Also, I need some beer, food, and a pack of Red Bull wouldn't hurt."
"Are you okay?" the cashier said, "You look rough."
Spotting the drinks, I went over to them as I threw my prepaid card on the counter, "I've felt like shit for a long time."
I brought back a few cases of drinks to the counter, along with several bags of chips.
"Going somewhere?" he said, ringing up the stuff.
I thought about that, "Sure. East."
"Where?"
"Where the wind takes me."
He rung me up, so I took the stuff out, leaving some chips and a case of each drink in the seat so I could just reach over and get one whenever.
"No time like now," I said, opening a can of beer and drinking it as the pump filled my car with gas. As soon as it was finished, I went back, got my receipt, and drove off, back on the road until something happened.
We were in my room, on my bed, and Octavia was letting me cry on her shoulder. I had no idea how long we were there.
"We would... and he nev... OH-HO!!!"
"Just let it out, Love. The others will be here later."
Someone knocked on the door.
"Sunset, Love, now isn't a particularly good time."
"I came here because I might know how to help. I'm pretty sure that he's not dead. Does he have his phone?"
"M... maybe...?"
"If he does," she replied, "he taught me some really neat stuff before I went all 'she-demon' and wrecked the school."
"Love, is anyone else coming? Because I'm not sure that it's such a good idea."
"Twilight's coming, but she'll be a few minutes later. She had to stop by her place to get a laptop," I scowled at her.
Like I wasn't mad enough.
"Mine's broken."
"Come on, Love, let's get you some more water."
Going to the kitchen was actually harder than I thought it would be. Even with Octavia by my side, there was still something that was missing, and she could tell.
"You lie down on the couch, and I'll get you some water."
"M... m... hm."
I just laid face down, crying until a new voice came with Octavia's.
"Darling, I heard what happened between you and Aqua, and I must say that his action was most certainly uncalled for."
"Rarity's right, Love, but you really should have another glass of water. All of that crying might run you dry."
"You're... you're right," I said before I drank the water.
"Tell us everything, Darling, starting with the events from yesterday and leading to the search and that... message," Rarity visibly shuddered, "so we can help more."
"Okay," I said, telling them about what had happened over the last 24 hours, breaking into tears several times.
I had been on several roads, just turning off onto more roads. I had already stopped and gotten gas several times, and had filled up on chips, Red Bull, and beer, so much to the point where I was sitting in my own vomit. My vision was starting to blur, so I briefly thought about pulling off of the road for a while until I could see again, but I dismissed the thought, then forgot that I forgot.
It never existed.
"I need hard rock," I slurred, grabbing a tape out of the glove box and jamming it into the player, "Better."
It may have been obnoxious to everyone else, but at max volume, it helped drown out my phone's ringing, which had been near-constant.
"It's my own damn fault for charging it at nights and carrying it with me all days."
My car sputtered and quit, so I just filled it back up with some extra gas I had gotten this morning.
I also took a beer and my pocketknife.
"Some drunk cuts won't hurt while I'm filling my Yugo back... ba- back up."
I held true to my promise and got drunk while stabbing myself a few times as I poured the extra gas in.
"Get me to th- the n- next st-a-tio-n."
When that finished, I put everything back, and looked at myself in the mirror.
"Time for a few Red Bulls," I said, starting the car and going back on the road with an almost-full tank of gas.
"How far did you say go?" Fluttershy said to Sunset.
"I'm not quite sure, but maybe a few hundred miles? He hasn't left the state yet, and he was on this road the whole time."
"I hope there's a gas station nearby, because my light just came on."
"Uh, I don't know. He did stop at some point about thirty miles ahead for a few minutes."
"Sunset's right," Twilight said, looking at the screen, "the stop could have been for a number of reasons."
I took the tablet, "Okay, analyzing everything, he was there for about fifteen minutes, then left. His speed, as little of a detail as this is, due to the nature of this road, went from about 85 miles per hour down to 12 and pulled off of the road suddenly before the stop, then he left going back on the road, his speed going back up to 85 miles per hour again."
"Meaning?" Rainbow Dash asked me.
"Meanin' that it has to be a gas station, Sugarcube. What'd ya think'd be out here in the middle o' nowhere?" Applejack countered on my behalf.
"He could of just let it cool down!" Rainbow raised her arms to show where she had been sweating.
"It's 108 degrees, Rainbow Dash," I said, "It's probably a gas station."
"What did you say?" Fluttershy said, worried about something.
"It's up-near 110, 'Shy."
"That's what I thought."
"Why, Love?"
"The heat light just came on."
"Do you have any ice?" I said.
"I might have some gel packs in a cooler in the back."
"Even better. Pull off of the road and we'll set them in on engine for a few minutes with the hood up."
As little time as it was before they melted, they were probably the only reason we made it to the gas station.
I felt Fluttershy slam on her brakes as we turned into the gas station. Thankfully, she didn't hit anything, but a few of us lost our lunches.
"Take my card," Twilight said
"Thanks," Sunset replied as Rainbow Dash, her, and Applejack raced in.
Fluttershy didn't waste a second getting her van filled.
"Maybe we should go and get something to put on our stomachs," Twilight suggested.
We all went in, only to find the trio still arguing with the clerk.
"No! Did you see anyone with scars!?" Sunset said, pulling the back of her shirt up to reveal what looked like scars from where something had been ripped off of her body.
"Sugarcube, he was probably carryin' his phone on silent!"
"Kind of boasting about what he could do with stuff!?"
"Girls! I haven't seen anybody like that!"
"Let me try," I said, "Besides, Twilight said for you to get something to eat."
"We could be on the road for days, guys."
"Have you seen anyone about my height, drives a Yugo, messy blue-and-black hair, round glasses, disturbed and/or irritated, blue jeans, a jacket-"
"I saw someone like that this morning after I got here. Why?"
"He's my cousin and he's going to kill himself! Where'd he go?"
"He just said 'East.'"
"Oh my God!"
"Listen," he said, looking to us all, "If you're all together, just take what you need. Don't bother paying for it."
"Applejack," Derpy said, "Help me get ice to put on the engine!"
By my calculations, we were at the gas station for a total of about fifteen minutes before we were back on the road.
I had no idea for how long I was on the road before I made it to somewhere. I just knew that I was out of food and almost out of drinks and that I needed an actual meal, but first-
"Exxon. Yes."
I pulled into the gas station and began my now-mundane action of of filling the tank and getting drinks.
"Yugo," I said, setting the drinks and tossing my bank card on the counter, "The PIN's 4-7-9-3."
"Should you be on the road like that?" the clerk asked.
After a second, I said, "Just tell me where a damn bathroom is."
"All the way back and to your left," she said, scanning the items and giving them to me.
"I'll be right back."
I put the stuff in my car, started the gas pump, then went to clean myself up. It didn't do that much in the way of helping me; I still felt miserable.
"Do you have a map of this place?"
"You going to Canterlot?"
"Ah, hell no. I just need a map of this place."
"Here you are," she said, giving the map to me.
"Thanks."
I went outside with the map and left.
"Fast food," I said, "Twelve miles onto highway 67."
With my air conditioner on high, a Red Bull in my hand, and the map propped up at my console, I was making pretty good time.
When I did make it to the fast food joint, I didn't recognise the name of it.
"No time like the present."
I pulled into the parking lot and left everything in the car except for my keys and wallet.
I knew that I still looked like a mess, but hell if I cared.
Making my way to the counter, I noticed a few exotic-looking people. They weren't from around here.
"Sir, what can I get you?"
"Huh?"
"What do you want?"
I looked at the menu, "Twenty chicken nuggets and a large chocolate milkshake."
"Okay, $3.93."
I swiped my card.
"Twenty-seven is your number, we'll have it out shortly."
I noticed out the side of my eye that one of them began to walk over to me.
Don't, don't, don't, don'
"Order 27?"
Me. Yes!
I just took the food and sat down at the first open table I saw, then had at it.
There had been a lot of work to do, regarding a possible suicide, so it wasn't until several hours into the day that I could leave, but I was stopped by someone from the school board.
"And where are you going?"
"I need to get my car from the mechanic."
"Carry on, but be quick about it."
In a few minutes, I was on the road to TwiPON3's house. I had taken him home before on several occasions, but the mechanic was the other way.
A few miles extra wouldn't make a difference; I could just step on it. About halfway there, though,"
Call from Tia. Please say answer, ignore, or reply with message.
I pressed the answer button on the console, "Hello?"
"Where are you?"
"On the way to PON3's house."
"Good."
"I told the guy from the board that I'm getting my car back from the mechanic, so if anyone asks-"
"He left."
"Thank you, God."
"Why are you going, anyway?"
"I want to see if there's anything there that might have been missed when Katherine went last night."
"Be careful."
"Okay, sis."
With that, she hung up.
When I finally got to TwiPON3's house, everything looked normal until I went in.
"Oh Lord."
In every room, there was busted glass, destroyed equipment, and a fair amount of blood. I had done some very regrettable things in the past and have seen several fights get bloody, but not to the extent I was seeing.
"God!"
My first instinct was to run and call Celestia.
She picked up almost immediately.
"Celestia, get over here!"
"Send me his address and I'll be there in a few minutes."
"There was blood," I said, sending her a link for directions, "A lot of blood. I don't know that we should get the police involved. I'm scared to after my..."
"Several students are with Kat to find him. And, maybe, we won't have to get the officers involved. I just got the link, so I'll be over there as soon as I can."
"Thank you. I really don't want to go to jail, again."
"You won't," she said, her car starting in the background, "I'll be on the phone the whole time with you."
I looked up and saw a tan girl, decked out in a white headdress with gold bracelets and blue-green eye shadow
"What?"
"You seem troubled, my friend. I can see it behind your eyes and in your soul."
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, taking a drink from my milkshake.
Who, or better yet what does she think she is?
"I am Somnambula."
"Nice ta meetchya," I said around a mouth full of ice cream.
"I wish to re-instill hope into you. I know you have little hope right now, but that's okay. I want to help you."
I shoved about five nuggets in my mouth, "Why, what, and how."
"Without hope, it could cost you everything, even your life. Hope is a desire, a trust for something to happen, and I want you to just talk with me for a few minutes."
"That's what they all say," I said, shoving more nuggets into my mouth.
I am NOT going to be locked the hell up by the same idiots that want me dead. Try harder.
"Please allow my assistance so-"
"Whoa, that's my cue," I said looking at my watch as I carried the rest of my food out to my car and got back on the road.