Suicide anon, Twilight

>Day 236
>Of year 3
>The first few weeks were a rocky start, but you thought it would get better
>It never did
>The first time you were left out of a holiday you didn’t think much of it
>The second time, it hurt
>The third time wasn’t any better
>Seeing everypony happy together, and leaving you all alone was pretty painful
>After about a year and a half, you made like a tree
>And moved to the everfree
>You found a nice little cave by the river and gave it a door
>A pile of vines made for a surprisingly comfy bed
>As for food, the everfree had a lot of edible plants
>Back when you went to town, you had read up on the place
>Scary monsters and harsh conditions (for most ponies) aside, the place was pretty easy to live in
>Plenty of food to gather and fish to eat
>You never were one to hunt game
>Not that you didn’t before, but without the ponies around, you’ve had a lot of spare time
>To keep from going insane, you’ve kept your hands busy
>Between making the wall/door, table and chairs, you’ve taken to woodcarving
>Not to brag, but with as much time as you’ve had to practice you’ve gotten pretty good
>Little figurines that are a little bigger than your hand can be done in an afternoon now
>You’re working on one right now
>Your hands idly carving away, no particular form in mind
>You found yourself a cliff with a nice view near one end of the town
>When you found the place, you made it a point to watch the sun set almost every day
>It was also a great place to let your mind wander
>Although you have started to wonder if that’s a good thing
>Lately your thoughts have wondered somewhere darker
>Like why should you keep going in life?
>…
*sigh*
>You take a break and down some more of the bottle of moonshine you’d swiped from Aj’s barn
>There were a lot of bottles in there
>One less wouldn’t make a difference
>Not like you’d be punished if it did
>After one to many lonely days and nights, you’ve decided to end it
>No more suffering for you
>Just the sweet release of death
>…
>You’ve finished carving it seems
>Looking down, you see what you’ve made
>A falcon, mid dive
>A small twinge of pride washes over you as you see that you got the details on the feathers right
>Practice makes perfect you suppose
Time to get this over with
>You mumble
>Tossing the carving to the side, you down the rest of the moonshine and stand up
>Then you prick your finger
>You barely feel it
>A small smile appears as you realize that at least there won’t be more pain
>Dusting the wood shavings off, you straighten your shirt and tie
>Wouldn’t do well to meet your maker looking sloppy
>Tossing the bottle over the edge, you hear it shatter a few seconds later
>With a nod, you turn around and put your back to the edge
>The setting sun makes a lovely orange-purple colored sky
Goodbye cruel world
>You softly proclaim
>Spreading your arms out, you let yourself fall back
>Time seems to slow down as the earth races up to meet you
>There’s an owl circling above you
>There’s also a purple shape running towards the cliff
>You close your eyes and wait for the impact
>But all that comes is a soft bump
>Slowly, you open your eyes
>“Omygosh, Anon! Are you ok?”
>You take a drunken look around and realize you’ve landed on an unusually thick bed of grass
What happened?
>You grumble as none other than Twilight Sparkle comes to your side
>“You fell of the cliff! I know magic doesn’t work as well on you so I made the grass grow to cushion the fall”
>She declares, a hint of pride in here voice for managing the feat
>“Are you ok? What were you doing up there?”
>You have to think for a moment
>The alcohol is really getting to you
Jumping
>You manage
>The look of confusion on her face is almost adorable
>“What do you… That was on purpose??”
>She shouts as the realization hits her
>That you were trying to kill yourself
>“Bu… wh… Why?”
>She manages after some stuttering
Because…
>You start
>The feeling of tears welling up tells you that an emotional moment is coming
>Try as you might, you can’t stop them
Dou you have any idea how hard it is?
>Twilight stumbles a bit trying to reply
>But you don’t give her time
When everypony treats you like you don’t exist
When everypony finds an excuse to be away from you
>The tears are flowing now
>Damn alcohol
I tried so hard to be friendly!
To be nice to everypony!
And what do I get?
Ignored! Never let in to parties or holidays!
It hurts Twilight!
It hurts to be all alone away from everyone you ever knew, never able to go back!!
WHY DOES EVERYPONY HATE ME?!
>You sob/shout
>Twilight swoops in and hugs you tight
>“I… I never realized… All this time…”
>You now cry uncontrollably into her soft fur
>You can’t stop now
>The floodgates have opened
Why do I have to be alone…
>You whimper, letting all your pent up emotions out
>You barely even hear the response
>“It’s ok… I won’t leave you…”
>Twilight says as she pulls you closer
>You just let the tears run their course at this point
>You think you tried to mumble more words, but it’s all becoming a blur as the moonshine takes its hold
>The last thing you remember is a teary eyed look at Twilight
>Who was looking back at you with empathy








>Some time later, you wake up
>A hangover starts to creep up on you as you groggily try to figure out where you are
>You feel more rested than you have in a long time
>And the bed is softer than you remember
>As your vision clears up, you realize you are in Twilight’s castle/library
>You also see a small table next to you with a bowl of soup and a note held down by the falcon you carved
>Groaning as you sit up, you take a whiff of the soup
>It smells divine
>Taking a spoonful, you pick up the note
>It reads
>
>     Anon,
>I took you here last night after you passed out. The things you said… Well I want to help make it up to you
>If you’re reading this, I haven’t gotten back from getting groceries. I want to talk about what you’ve been doing all this time.
>As the princess of friendship, I feel like I’ve failed. I want to help you, if you’ll let me
>     Sincerely, Twilight Sparkle
>P.S.    Have you considered selling wood carvings? You’re very good at it
>
>You set the note back down as you down the rest of the soup
>It’s delicious
>It also seems to be holding back the hangover
>Picking up your handiwork, you turn it over in your hands
>If you had a hot stick, you could probably do some wood burning and make it even more realistic
>Twilight might be onto something you think
>You hear a door open down a hall
>A voice can be heard
>“You think he’ll be ok Twilight?”
>“I don’t really know Spike. He’s been through a lot…”
>A pause
>“But I want to help him”