My life is in shambles. Downstairs behind the fridge I have a noose made, just in case I decide to just quit. Outside, in my personal shed, lies my sanctuary, and my prison. I am a brony. I am proud. But being proud only gets you so far. Past that line that proud draws lies the others. They cross that line, and it almost kills me. No one wants to help. Not even my "Friends" they laugh at me as well. But my life soon changes. I have to lock my shed a lot more often. And I gain a true friend.

Author's note: This is one of my first fic's that isn't a "In one night". If you leave a dislike, please tell why. I need feedback to make this great.