[Sweetie Belle] Misery and innocence, sides of the same coin

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Misery and innocence: sides of the same coin

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>I'm so sorry Sweetie, but you know I have to do whatever Blueblood asks me.
>I know it hurts, but after the third time, it starts to feel good, I swear!
>Please don't hate me, when you grow up, you'll understand that love works by doing little sacrifices.
>"Sweetie Belle!" Rarity called.
>The blood of the child froze.
>"Can you come down for a moment?"
>She didn't want to. Every time her parents dumped her with Rarity, the same thing happened.
>"It is fine, honey, I can go upstairs." A male spoke.
>"O-Ok, let me just talk to her. It’ll be just a second" Rarity pleaded.
>"Fine, but do it quickly" He ordered.
>The older sister went upstairs and knocked on the open door.
>"Hi, Sweetie." She greeted.
>"However, the little girl kept staring at her little drawing.
>"... I know it is not very, enjoyable. But I have to do what he asks me to, I don’t want him to abandon me."
>"Y-You know how much he loves me, but I need to prove my love!"
>Sweetie Belle kept drawing.
>"... Remember Sweetie. Just, smile and, ignore the pain. It'll be over soon. W-We can go for an ice cream when we're done, how about it?!"
>But the girl kept ignoring her.
>"Time's up Rarity, I'm going up." The man said.
>"Close your eyes and let it happen, Sweetie. Please" Rarity cried before stepping out of the room.
>The sound of the steps on the stairs made it worse.
>The girl let a couple of tears out, soaking her drawing.
>A picture of Sweetie Belle, her sister and Rarity's boyfriend.
>But the two adults were scribbled over with a black crayon.
>"Hey girl, you missed me?" The man mocked at the entrance of her room.
>"Just smile and ignore the pain." Sweetie Belle sobbed to herself.

>"I just don't know what happened to her" Said Sweetie's mom to Rarity. "She doesn't play with her friends anymore, her grades dropped to the floor and she even stopped singing, the thing she loved the most in the whole world!
>"Really? I never noticed." Rarity answered.
>"Worst of all, it looks like she's scared of every male. Even your father! The poor man is so depressed; he thinks Sweetie hates him." The worried woman said.
>"M-Maybe she is hitting puberty? You know how much girls can change at that age." The young woman answered.
>"You're probably right. Can you talk with her? Your father and I are very worried."
>"Don't worry dear mother, I'll try. Is Sweetie Belle ready?"
>"Let me see. Sweetie, honey, Rarity is here!" called her mom.
>"I'm not going!" Sweetie answered.
>"Stop throwing a fit young lady, your sister will take you to the amusement park. Show some gratitude!"
>"I SAID NO!"
>"Sweetie" Rarity said "please, come down, you know what will happen if you don't come, right?"
>Her mother looked at her, but before she could ask the meaning of those words, Sweetie Belle came down.
>She was still in her pajamas and her hair a complete mess.
>"Sweetie Belle! I told you he doesn't like it when you're all, untidy, he will-"
>"Rarity, what's going on?" Her mom asked.
>"N-Nothing mother. It's just a game we play, heh, heh. It's getting kind of late. Come Sweetie, we still have some time to, clean you up." She nervously said while reaching Sweetie Belle.
>"I'm not going." She answered.
>"I said, come!" Rarity pulled her from the arm.
>"Rarity let her go, you're hurting her! What's going on?"
>"Nothing! I, I'm sorry I got a little angry. Come Sweetie, I'll buy you something nice, alright?"
>The sisters walked out the door without saying goodbye.
>They are sisters, nothing wrong can be happening, right? Their mother thought.

>Classes are over at Sweetie Belle's school.
>"Please sit down". Mrs. Cherilee asked the little girl.
>"Sweetie, you know, I'm very worried about you. You were the best student in class, testing nothing but A+, but now you fail even the easiest assignments."
>Sweetie Belle just sat down looking at her knees, listening.
>"Scootaloo and Applebloom miss you. You haven't played with them like you used to, instead you sit in the classroom, eating your lunch. Sweetie, please, what's going on?"
>She kept looking at her knees.
>Cherilee sighed, and took out something from her purse.
>"I didn't want to do this" the teacher said "but I have to show this to your parents."
>Cherilee took out a little drawing.
>The girl glanced at it and instantly panicked.
>"Give that back!" The girl stood up, desperately trying to grab it.
>"Stop it, Sweetie, STOP IT!" Cherilee shouted, scaring the girl and making her sit down.
>The drawing was of her, Rarity and a man.
>Sweetie Belle was crying, Rarity had a black eye and the man had an angry face.
>"It came in your notebook. Who is this man?"
>The girl sat silently.
>"Very well, in that case I’ll talk to your parents."
>Sweetie suddenly smiled.
>"He is no one Mrs. Cherilee, he is just, huh, Rarity's boyfriend. He treats me v-very well. That scene is just, a, a baseball game yes! A baseball hit Rarity on the eye and and, I was very sad and he was very angry with t-the baseball player, that's it, n-nothing special." Sweetie Belle answered.
>Cherilee stared at her.
>"Sweetie Belle, are you crying?"
>"What? oh... it’s just, a sad memory." She looked at her knees once more.
>"That's it. I'm calling your parents."
>"No please! Mrs. Cherilee, I beg you not. He will hit Rarity and he will make me-"She covered her mouth.
>Cherilee just looked at her.
>"I mean, I'll play with AB and Scoot, I'll study thrice as hard but please, don't call them, I beg you!"

>"Mrs. Cherilee. Why in the name of god can't I see my daughter?" Complained Sweetie's mother.
>"Please, I'll explain to you as soon as your husband comes-" The door slammed while she was talking. It was Sweetie's father.
>"Honey, what's going on?" He asked her wife.
>"She doesn't want to tell me!"
>"Please, calm down. What I'm going to tell you is very, very important. I need you both to sit down." Cherilee asked with a stone face.
>"Mrs. Cherilee? Ok then. What's the problem?" He asked.
>"Please, look at this drawing" She said while handing it to them "Can you please tell me, who are these people?"
>"What does this have to do with-" The father stopped when he saw the drawing "Yeah, I mean, it is Sweetie Belle, Rarity and her boyfriend, Blueblood".
>"Sweetie Belle drew this not long ago. In fact, looking at her schoolbag I found other drawings". Cherilee showed them a folder with various drawings, all depicting Blueblood abusing Rarity and Sweetie Belle.
>"We sent your daughter to the school nursery. We found all kinds of bruises on her body and-" the words clogged in Cherilee's throat "It's all in here…"
>The couple took the file from the teacher hands.
>Trembling, they opened the second folder with their daughter’s diagnose.
>"She, told me what happened. What, this man has done to her and Rarity." Cherilee swallowed some saliva "We called the police and-“
>Sweetie's mother began to cry. Her sobbing filled the entire building and her tears, big as pearls, dropped on the drawings she was embracing.
>"I'm going to kill that bastard! I'm going to smash his fucking skull until there's nothing left!" Sweetie's father said, standing up and storming out of the classroom.
>Two policemen held him, trying to control the enraged beast.
>"Leave me alone! I have to kill him! It's, it's the only thing I can do right now!" he began to sob "I couldn't protect my baby, please, let me go! Let me go!"

>After calming down, Sweetie's father told the policemen where to find Blueblood. He mostly hanged out at Rarity's place.
>With an order on their hands, they arrested both Rarity and Blueblood.
>After a quick judgment, Rarity was found innocent and Blublood guilty.
>Yet, nothing was going to be the same for the young woman.
>Not even weeks later, when Rarity showed up at her parent’s house.
>"What are you doing here?"
>"Nothing father, I just wanted to give, well, Sweetie Belle her birthday present".
>"We already told you're not allowed to see her".
>"I... I understand but, I've gone to therapy. I know what I've done. I regret every single thing of what happened and-"
>"Rarity, listen. I'm happy that you were able to move on, but I cannot forgive what you did".
>"B-But it wasn't my-"
>"Yes, it was your fault" He answered "It hurts me so much knowing how much you suffered. But it doesn't compare to what Sweetie Belle had to bear. That animal didn't hurt her, you did".
>With those words, he softly closed the door on Rarity's face.
>She stood there a couple of minutes, before heading home.
>Still, she didn't give up.
>She waited for Sweetie to come out to play at a nearby park with her friends the next day, to give her the little present.
>It was painful to watch. Her little sister, once the liveliest girl in the world, was just a shy creature, afraid of her own shadow.
>She heard news of how she stopped singing altogether.
>Oh, how Rarity longed to hear her sister sing once more.
>"The ball rolled over there, I'll get it!" AB said.
>Rarity picked the ball behind the bushes and gave it to her.
>"H-Hi, Applebloom". She greeted.


>"You! You're not supposed to be here! Get out!" Applebloom said while pushing Rarity away.
>"Applebloom, please stop, I don't want to cause any more trouble. I just brought Sweetie Belle's birthday present".
>"That was yesterday." The girl answered, trying to sound as aggressive as possible.
>"I know! I mean, sorry. Just give it to her. Please, I beg you."
>"Fine!" Applebloom answered while taking the little present to her friend.
>Sweetie Belle glared at the box before taking it.
>She opened it to find a little cassette that she gave to Rarity long ago.
>It contained songs dedicated to Rarity.
>It came with a little post it: "Would you sing once more?" signed by Rarity.
>The message and the cassette were too much for the little girl.
>Tears welled up in her eyes while an expression of terror froze on her face.
>She threw the present far away while grabbing her knees and crying as hard as she could.
>Both Scootaloo and Applebloom hugged and tried to calm her down.
>"You witch! Why do you keep hurting Sweetie Belle? Why are you such a horrible sister?!" AB screamed.
>Rarity was scared, she didn't know what had happened.
>She thought that, by giving her something to remember the old, happy times, Sweetie Belle could heal.
>But Rarity’s own ignorance and stupidity played against her.
>Every time that Blueblood visited them, Rarity couldn't stomach what was going to happen to her little sister, so she always left the house.
>Never witnessing what happened in those disgusting sessions.
>The reason she stopped singing, was because Blueblood always made her sing before, during and after the abusing Sweetie Belle.
>Some kind of sadistic pleasure in seeing the little girl sing while she cried.
>Once he was finished with her, he always texted Rarity to come back home, so she could cook something for him.
>While he was sitting, listening to the little girl sing.

>"I told you to stay away from her!" Her father scolded.
>"I'm so sorry, it wasn't my intention! I just wanted to see her happy once more..." Rarity answered.
>"That's not for you to see! For the last time, leave her alone or I will have to take extreme measures!"
>Rarity knew he was being serious.
>She could feel that deep down, he still loved her.
>After all, there was a time when she was her little baby girl.
>But she's testing his patience.
>She could only apologize before leaving the kitchen.
>Just before walking out the house, her mother blocked her way.
>She glared at her without saying a word.
>Rarity covered her face and got out of the house.
>The walk back home was unbearable.
>She could feel the sun burning the back of her neck.
>Once she arrived, she got into her new bed.
>Shortly after she began her therapy, she got rid of everything in her house.
>She sold her furniture and clothes.
>However, the bed Blueblood slept it, was burnt with the bed sheets.
>Now, in her room, there was only a single bed.
>No mirror, no table, no closet.
>Only a bed and black curtains.
>There, in the darkness of her room, she could play a game of forgetting.
>Both her regrets and mistakes.
>Without falling asleep, she just stared at the ceiling, not even thinking, just staring.
>It was almost liberating, escaping from the outside world.
>Her room was its own bubble, separated from the pain of the past.
>In here, she could escape from realty.
>Rotting in her sadness and depression.
>However, at times, she could only imagine what happened to Sweetie Belle.
>What she Blueblood do.
>Then she sobs.
>"How selfish I am" she said "crying like a baby, as if I was the one that was hurt".
>Just before falling asleep, only one question appeared in her head.
>"Why?"

>"Come on, Sweetie, play with us."
>Applebloom pled to her friend.
>"It's ok. I prefer staying in my room." The little girl answered.
>"At least let us stay here. Say, what if we have a sleep over?! I don't think your parents would mind!" Scootaloo proposed.
>Sweetie Belle thought about it.
>"Sounds like fun." She shyly said.
>Scootaloo ran down the stairs and before AB could say a thing, she came back with SB's parents permission.
>"Oh yes, we can watch horror movies, play games, eat a pizza and-"
>"That, sounds pretty fun but, can we just, watch some cartoons, at least for now?" Sweetie Belle asked.
>"Huh? Sure. You two stay here while I'll go and ask for a pizza." Scootaloo said.
>Applebloom really liked her friend Scootaloo.
>She always tried to cheer her up.
>Though Scootaloo didn't really know what actually was happening.
>"How are you feeling, Sweetie?” Applebloom asked.
>Her friend just shrugged it off.
>If there was something that AB inherited from the Apple family, was the care for family and friends.
>She approached and hugged Sweetie Belle.
>"It's ok Sweetie, I'll always be here for you." She paused for a moment "Scootaloo can come too".
>Sweetie didn't even flinch at the joke.
>But she did feel safer with Applebloom.
>Sweetie just let her friend hug her.
>Minutes passed without breaking the hug.
>Applebloom began to hum a song her sister Applejack used to sing her when she was younger.
>For a moment, Sweetie forgot all the wrong in her life.
 >"What are you girls doing? Hugging?" Scootaloo said while entering the room. "Oh what the heck".
>Scootaloo joined the hug.
>The three girls were hugging, while Applebloom hummed her song.
>"Hey, Applebloom?" Scootaloo said "I think Sweetie Belle fell asleep".
>"Just let her be Scoot. Once she wakes up, we can watch one of those horror movies you like so much".

>Night time.
>The three girls, still hugging, are sleeping in the same bed.
>Sweetie Belle hid in their like a small child.
>She recently woke up from a nightmare.
>The girl was running away from a monster in the streets of a grey city.
>Never looking back to see what was following her, but she could feel it.
>While an emotionless Rarity followed her.
>She was like a sticker burnt in her retina. Not moving at all, but always present.
>With the biggest smile on her face.
>"Rarity, please help me!" Sweetie Belle tried to say.
>But every time she opened her mouth, nothing came out.
>While remembering her dream, the small girl silently cried, not wanting to bother her friends.
>"Why do you hate me sister?" She thought
>"Why did she do that to me? Did I do something wrong?"
>Tears kept flowing.
>"Why can't you love me Rarity? I'm sorry if I did something wrong, don't hate me"
>But inside her mind, something began to change.
>"I did nothing wrong! She is just a bad sister, a bad person!"
>Her love got corrupted by months of abuse.
>"I hate you Rarity! I don't need you nor want to see you ever again!"
>It wasn't exactly hate what she felt towards Rarity.
>It was fear.
>Fear of what she could do if they met again.
>The image of meeting Rarity once more, made her shudder.
>She hugged Applebloom.
>"Why can't my sister be like yours?" She asked.
>She hugged her friends while resting her head on her friend’s chest.
>Relaxing herself with the sound of Scootaloo's breathing and Applebloom's heartbeat.
>She was protected.
>What her big sister never offered, Sweetie Belle's friends provided.
>Nothing could hurt Sweetie Belle in this bed.
>Unlike the one Rarity's house.
>That damn place.
>"I wish that place would disappeared, together with Rarity".

>After that sleepover, Sweetie Belle tried her best to have as many as possible.
>Her friends were happy to invite her.
>But sometimes it was just not possible.
>It was in the darkness of the night when things were at its worst.
>When she could hear the tic-tac of the clock.
>The cracking noises in her house.
>It all made Sweetie Belle self-conscious.
>And sometimes, the knocking on the door.
>A gentle, slow knocking.
>The same one Blueblood liked to make on Rarity's bedroom.
>Flashes of the past months came rushing to her.
>They felt like a hammer beating her head.
>The first time that Blueblood touched her.
>And how Rarity just stared.
>How he made her sing every time, after Rarity told her of her beautiful voice.
>His disgusting hands fondling and hurting her small body.
>Once Sweetie recovered from the memories, she hid under her bed sheets.
>But the knocking wouldn't go away.
>Until the door opened.
>She took a little peek at her mirror, seeing a big shadow entering the room.
>It sat down beside her, caressing her body.
>She began to hyperventilate, letting out some gasps of horror.
>But she wouldn't scream.
>Because Blueblood taught her what would happen if she did.
>The hand kept moving over the sheets, touching every single spot Blueblood used to touch.
>Why was this happening? Wasn’t he in prison?
>The girl could only flinch and cry.
>It kept going until Sweetie Belle, trying to slowly get away, fell down from the bed.
>She quickly turned around to see his abuser.
>There was no one in there.
>The door was closed, as she left it when she went to sleep hours ago.
>She looked under her bed, in the closet and outside her window.
>Another nightmare.
>Yet it felt so real. The knocking, the shadow and the touching.
>How couldn't there be someone in her room?
>Impossible.
>"Did I, just make it all up?"
>"No! T-There was someone in-"
>The words drowned in her throat.
>Once again, she cried in the darkness.

>Over the next weeks, Sweetie Belle developed a strange attachment to Applebloom.
>It was almost as if the love she felt towards Rarity, shifted to AB.
>But the little apple girl didn't mind.
>She was a very mature girl for her age and felt like she was the only one who could protect her friend.
>Though Sweetie Belle's parents got a little too worried.
>Being attached so much to another person can’t be healthy.
>Though they knew the apple family, they were good persons.
>They thought that, with time, AB could help heal the wounds caused by Blueblood.
>And they may have been right.
>If not for Rarity.
>The poor woman was a desperate, empty husk, feeling that the only way her life could turn around once more was to receive forgiveness from her sister.
>So she looked for the perfect place to apologize.
>It was in the Apple's farm, during one of the sleep overs the girls had.
>Rarity stalked them outside the house.
>She was waiting until everybody was asleep, to get to her sister.
>Luckily for her, Sweetie Belle got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom.
>When she made sure the girl got in the bathroom, Rarity broke in.
>"H-Hi, sister" Rarity said.
>The woman was a mess, dirty clothes, with an unkempt hair and a strange expression on her face.
>Sweetie Belle noticed a white dust  under Rarity’s nose.
>"How are you doing, my dear sister?" Rarity asked.
>Sweetie Belle desperately tried to head to the door, but Rarity got her arm and slapped her face.
>"I'm so sorry sis! But I need you to listen, promise me that you won't run again, ok?"
>Sweetie Belle was trembling in fear. Once again, suffering flashes from the abuse.
>"Sis, why are you looking at me like that? Do I scare you?" She asked, worrying for Sweetie.
>"That's no good, we need to go home. I'll make you some cookies, and we can play, like we used to!"

>"Come on Sweetie, we'll go back to our parent's home. Remember your little teddy bear, Mr. Fluff? And how I used to make voices for it? We can do it once more! And then we can sleep in the same bed. It can be a slumber party!" the unstable woman continued.
>Sweetie Belle was violently shaking.
>Her mental scars were opening again.
>"And then, when we wake up, mother will cook us a good breakfast and-" She glanced at her little sister.
>"Why are you looking at me like that? You know it wasn't my fault! He made me do it!" She said.
>Squeezing her little sister's arm harder and harder.
>Rarity didn’t notice she kept raising her voice.
>"But it's all in the past! Just forgive me and we can play as we used to! You can sing me like you used to in my birthdays! Wasn't it fun?" The young woman continued.
>"Just come!" Rarity began to pull Sweetie Belle at the open window.
>The girl struggled but Rarity was too strong for her.
>"What's going on in there!" Someone outside the door shouted.
>The door opened violently and Applejack entered the room.
>She saw Rarity forcefully pulling Sweetie Belle from the arm.
>Both of them were crying.
>"Rarity what are you doing?!"
>"Hi, Applejack! I was just, taking my sister back home. She told me she’s not feeling right." She answered.
>Applejack grabbed Rarity by the arm.
>"Rarity, stop, look what you're doing".
>"I know what I'm doing, I'm taking Sweetie Belle home".
>"Look at her!" Applejack pointed at the little girl, who was curling in a corner.
>"Look at yourself! Look what you're doing Rarity!"
>Rarity looked herself in the mirror.
>She took a really long look.
>In the meantime, the girls came to see what was going on.
>AJ pointed at SB, so her friends could take her away.
>"Applejack?" She finally said.
>AJ stared at her. She was between Rarity and the girls, trying to protect Sweetie Belle.
>"Why did this have to happen?"

>The commotion made everyone in the house wake up.
>Granny Smith helped the girls take Sweetie Belle out of the bathroom.
>While Mac, like a rabid dog, was ready to throw Rarity away.
>He was only stopped by Applejack, who told him that she would speak with Rarity.
>After saying that, she closed the door behind her, staying in the bathroom with her friend.
>She helped Rarity sit on the toilet, and finally asked.
>”What were you thinking?”
>Just like her sister, when she was interrogated by Cherilee some months ago, the young woman stared at her knees.
>Applejack, firmly grabbed her by the arms and forced her to see her in the eyes
>”Please, answer me. What were you thinking when you broke- wait a minute, what’s that in your nose?”
>Rarity cleaned her nose with her finger.
>Oh this? It’s nothing…
>Applejack softly held her friend’s face.
>”It’s over, Rarity. He is in prison, Sweetie Belle is getting better, why are you doing this to yourself?”
>It’s been a while since another human being showed her any kindness.
>However, it felt like needles to Rarity.
>”Don’t touch me!” Rarity sobbed, while throwing away Applejack’s hands.
>That just pissed the southern girl.
>”Enough! I’m tired of you pushing everyone around you!”
>She slightly opened the door, looking for Mac still outside the bathroom.
>”Can you bring me my clothes, Big Mac? Make sure the girls sleep tight, alright? I’ll be gone for a while”
>Minutes later, he brought to her a pair of boots some jeans and her hat.
>After dressing up, she pulled Rarity to follow her.
>”Come, we’ll use the window to get out, I don’t want you to scare the girls anymore.”
>”I can’t.” She answered
>”Now why the hell can’t you go out through the same place you got in?”
>With tears in her eyes and mascara running down her face, Rarity said.
>”Because I want my baby sister!”

>Applejack froze in her place.
>A rush of a hundred memories of her playing with Applebloom hit her mind.
>Even if it was for a second, she felt Rarity’s pain.
>What if something happened that made her never see her little sister ever again?
>If she wasn’t allowed to see her?
>She hesitated. Even thinking that bringing Sweetie Belle into the bathroom would be a good idea.
>But she remembered the pain in the little girl’s eyes, the emptiness inside them.
>”Just come” Applejack ordered.
>She gently pushed the crying woman out of the window, turned off the light and got out of the bathroom.
>Afraid that she would do something stupid, she held Rarity’s arm, and took her back to her house.
>It’s been a while since Applejack visited her friend’s house.
>Back when she still dated Blueblood.
>The southern girl still regrets not noticing the abuse before.
>But how could she? Rarity hid it pretty well.
>She expertly covered the bruises with make-up.
>Not only hers, but also Sweetie’s.
>That’s what no one could forgive.
>Not her parents, the Apple family, her friends.
>All of them were disappointed with the fashionista.
>If she was in hell, instead of trying to get out, why did she drag her innocent sister in it?
>It was unforgivable.
>Once again, Applejack thought of her little sister.
>What would happen if she did that to Applebloom?
>If she suffered the same torture Sweetie Belle did?
>Applejack almost threw out.
>Just thinking about that, made her want to beat up her imaginary boyfriend.
>Then why did Rarity do it?
>She turned her head around to stare at her friend.
>What a pathetic woman. Far from the elegant and proud girl she once met.
>”Well”, Applejack said, “Here we are. Do you have the keys?”
>”It is alright, the door doesn’t have a lock.”
>”Excuse me?”
>”There’s nothing to steal from my house. So why bother? Whenever I get home, I just want to get in as quickly as possible”.

>Applejack just sighed.
>She helped Rarity into her house, which was surprisingly clean, but empty.
>The southern girl thought it would be a complete disaster, but maybe Rarity was better than she thought.
>This event may’ve been just a small relapse, something that could be treated.
>Applejack walked into her friend’s room to turn on the light, so she could help Rarity laid down on her bed.
>But what she saw once the lights were on, made her cover her gasping mouth.
>All the walls were covered with Sweetie Belle’s pictures.
>”Hi Sweetie Belle” Rarity said.
>Rarity pushed Applejack out of the way, and stood in the middle of the room.
>”I’m sorry being late, just wanted to bring you with us.” She said facing at one of the walls.
>Applejack got pretty scared, how was she supposed to react?
>She noticed that the pictures were ordered, from when she was just a toddler, to a couple of months ago, when she was allowed to visit Rarity.
>Feeling dizzy, Applejack tried to support herself on a small table beside her, noticing it was cover in a strange white dust.
>”R-rarity?” She stuttered.
>”Hush, AJ! I’m trying to listen to Sweetie Belle!” She ordered.
>”Y-You need help, Rarity!”
>But the young woman didn’t listen. She stood there like a statue, staring at one of the pictures.
>As much as she wanted to run away back home, something made Applejack stayed.
>The friendship she used to have with Rarity, forced her to stay in that room, as creeped out as she was.
>”I’m doing this for Rarity and Sweetie Belle, I’m doing this for Rarity and Sweetie Belle!” She mumbled to herself again and again.
>She sat on the floor, trying to rest a little bit.
>Even after everything that had happened that day, Applejack was still tired.
>She didn’t want to admit it, but the reason she didn’t want to sleep, was because she was scared of her own friend.
>But nature was stronger, and Applejack didn’t notice when she closed her eyes.

>”Applejack, Applejack!”
>”Huh, what?”
>Rarity was desperately shaking her friend, trying to wake her up.
>”What happened yesterday? Applejack!”
>”You don’t remember?”
>”Of course not, I was just here, sitting in my room, and then nothing.”
>Rarity got more nervous.
>”And when I woke up, all these pictures were on the walls, and you were, sleeping on the floor, and my clothes are a mess, and I-I… ”
>”Calm down, sugar cube.  I’ll explain everything.”
>Applejack sat with Rarity on her bed, as she explained everything.
>The crashing on her house, how she scared Sweetie Belle, the walk back home, the pictures and how she talked to them.
>”I, talked with the walls?”
>Rarity whipped out her tears. She knew crying wouldn’t help a thing.
>”Yes, but I need to know. What is this dust?” Applejack pointed at the table.
>The fashionista thought a couple of seconds before answering.
>It, it is exactly what you think it is…”
>”But why?”
>Rarity hid her face in shame.
>”I don’t know. I just, heard that it could improve your mood.”
>”And do you have more of it?”
>”Yes, in the drawer…”
>Applejack stood up, opened the drawer and found dozens of little bags.
>”My god, Rarity, how long have you been doing this?”
>”Just a couple of weeks, I was going to stop when I finished those bags.”
>As quickly as she could, Applejack grabbed all the bags and run out of the room.
>”Applejack? What are you doing? Stop!”
>She clumsily followed her southern friend to the bathroom.
>Applejack was flushing the toilet when Rarity finally catch up with her.
>”What did you do!” Rarity shouted, throwing herself in the toilet.
>”Stop! Rarity, they’re gone! What, are you going to put your hands in there?”
>”Well if I can’t find them I’ll have to buy more!”
>Rarity suddenly shut up.
>She realized that she was admitting in front of Applejack that she was addicted.
>But worse than that, she admitted it to herself.

>Back in the Apple farm, the girls didn’t get sleep.
>Granny Smith slept in their room, trying to protect them from their own fear.
>But it didn’t work, Sweetie Belle kept crying, while Applebloom hugged her all night.
>Scootaloo on the other hand was confused. She knew Rarity did something wrong but couldn’t grasp why Sweetie Belle got so scared. It was her sister after all.
>When the first sun rays got in the room, Sweetie Belle stood up, put on some shoes, and got out of the house.
>”Sweetie Belle? Where are you going?” Applebloom asked.
>However, she didn’t answer.
>“Hey, come back! Scootaloo, stay here and tell Granny Smith that we went out to play or something!”
>”What? Why me? It’s your grandma!”
>But Applebloom ran outside before she could even finish.
>She tried to reason with her quiet friend, but Sweetie Belle kept walking, until she stopped at the apple field.
>”Sweetie Belle, I know you’re scared, but I promise that witch won’t come back here anymore. We’ll have Mac put some planks on the window, she won’t come in ever again!”
>”Applebloom?”
>The timid girl walked towards her friend, tears coming out of her eyes.
>”Please don’t hate me.”
>And she confessed everything that happened.
>Every single thing that both Blueblood and Rarity did to her.
>Why she stopped singing, why she’s afraid of Rarity and what she let Blueblood do.
>She told her friend about the bullying, the insults and the threats.
>How Blueblood almost broke her arm one time when he was over her, but she had to take the pain and not scream.
>Because if she did, he would beat up Rarity again.
>The little southern girl didn’t know what disgusted her more, what Blueblood did to her, or Sweetie’s expression.
>Applebloom saw the sadness, the pain in her face, as if she re-lived the experience.
>At one point, Sweetie Belle was about to throw up, remembering a particular event.
>Her apple friend helped her stand up, while she kept gagging up.

>”Stop it, Sweetie, stop it!” Applebloom cried.
>She didn’t notice how hard she was shaking Sweetie Belle to make her stop.
>”I’m disgusting, aren’t Applebloom?” Sweetie said.
>Sweetie Belle slowly put her hands in front of her womb.
>”I bled a couple of times from here when he had his time with me. I bet it is broken.” She said.
>Applebloom was confused. She knew Rarity did something bad to Sweetie Belle, but letting her boyfriend abuse her little sister? What kind of monster would do that?
>She held Sweetie’s hands away from her, and squeezed them, without saying a word.
>Sweetie Belle, still crying, felt Applebloom’s warmth, taking her away from the pain.
>For the second time in her life, her friend took her away from the painful memories of the past.
>Once again, she provided the safety Rarity didn’t when she need someone.
>The little girl didn’t even think about it, she slowly walked towards Applebloom and hugged her as strong as she could.
>”Thank you, Applebloom. I, I love you…” She whispered in her friend’s ear.
>”I love you too, Sweetie Belle.”
>Once again, the southern girl began to hum the song Applejack sang when she was a little kid.
>She liked protecting her friends, making them feel happy, like some kind of big sister.
>But she didn’t even begin how far she got into her friend’s heart.
>Right now, Applebloom was the most important person in Sweetie Belle’s life.
>She gave her something her parents couldn’t give, a replacement for the love she had for Rarity.
>However, this caring got corrupted by her pain and loneliness.
>Sweetie Belle then kissed Applebloom’s neck, wanting to return the love she was shown.
>”Hey, don’t kiss me there, it feels weird” The southern girl giggled.
>”Sorry, I just, wanted to thank you.”
>”You don’t need to, you already suffered too much.”

>After a while, the two girls came back to the farm, Sweetie Belle holding her friend’s hand.
>The got in time to eat Granny Smith’s breakfast, some eggs with bacon and a big bowl of fresh fruit.
>When they finished, Big Mac offered to take Sweetie Belle Scootaloo back to their houses.
>Scootaloo didn’t notice, but Sweetie kept holding Applebloom’s arm, as if she could be taken from her at any moment.
>The little tomboyish girl was the first one to be left in her house, leaving more space for the other girls in the back.
>”Hey, Applebloom?” Sweetie asked.
>”What’s wrong?”
>”Would you like to, have another sleep over in my house, tomorrow?” She shyly asked.
>”Gee, I don’t know, it’s too soon, we just had one and-“however, the southern girl noticed her friend was about to cry.
>”W-well, I guess I can ask my brother. Hey, Big Mac? Tomorrow can I sleep in Sweetie Belle’s house ?”
>After thinking it for a while, the burly man nodded, remembering that her little sister’s friend had a terrible night.
>”It’s settled then. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. Wonder if Scoot will be able to come?” Applebloom asked.
>”Oh yeah, Scootaloo… I’ll call her tonight and ask her parents.” Sweetie Belle coldly said.
>Soon after, the truck stopped in front of Sweetie’s house.
>”Good bye, Applebloom.”
>”See ya, Sweetie, take care!”
>The shy little girl hesitated, before hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek before stepping out of the car with Big Mac, who had to talk to her parents about last night’s incident.
>It wasn’t a pretty reunion. Sweetie Belle’s parents just looked at each other, not knowing what to do. For the moment, they asked the burly man if the sleep over could happen that same night.
>The man just nod, telling her sister if she wanted to sleep there today.
>She gladly accepted, as she stepped down the truck.

>Nothing much happened during the rest of the day in Sweetie Belle’s house. They just watched TV and played some games.
>Sweetie Belle told Applebloom that when she called to Scootaloo’s house, she had something else to do that day.
>”That’s weird, why would that bum decline an invitation?” She joked.
>”I don’t really mind, we don’t need her.” Sweetie Belle whispered.
>”What was that?”
>”Oh! Nothing!”
>After a while, Applebloom got conscious about Sweetie Belle always hugging her, grabbing her arm and never leaving her alone.
>She began to feel pretty uncomfortable.
>”Hey, Sweetie? Could you let me be for a second? Please?”
>”Y-you don’t like me?” Sweetie Belle cried.
>”No, that’s not what I meant. Just, forget about it.” The southern girl sighed.
>She just had to get over this night, and then make sure Scootaloo would come to the next sleep over.
>Maybe invite other friends just to be sure.
>As the night conquered the sky, Applebloom told her friend that she was tired and wanted to sleep.
>”Already? B-but we still have other movies to watch.”
>”I’m sorry Sweetie, but I’m really tired. Maybe next time when Scootaloo comes, you know she likes those movies more than I do.”
>Sweetie Belle just mumbled.
>It didn’t take long for Applebloom to sleep, it had been a very long day for her.
>However, Sweetie Belle regretted not taking advantage of this day where they were alone.
>In her obsession to belong in Applebloom’s heart, she let her loneliness take control of her mind.
>She slowly took off her clothes and walked towards her sleeping friend.
>The girl gently sat on top of her, caressing her face with her finger, trying to wake her up.
>But what could be more romantic than waking up her love one with a kiss?
>She lovingly held Applebloom’s face between her hands, and kissed her right on the lips.


>”Applejack, please, help me.”
>The southern girl took her friend to the living room.
>Rarity sat down on the only chair available, while Applejack made a few calls.
>”They’ll be here any minute now.” She said, trying to comfort her friend.
>One by one, her friends arrived at her place.
>The first one was Pinkie, who was glad to see Rarity once again after so many months.
>She kept pushing everyone away, even insulting her friends to leave her alone.
>But Pinkie always forgave her, even after knowing what she did to Sweetie Belle, she never blamed her.
>The second one to arrive was Fluttershy. As kind as she is, however, she was a bit colder towards Rarity.
>Nevertheless, she wanted to help Rarity. She thought that deep inside her friend, the innocent fashionista still existed in some way or another, and Fluttershy wanted to bring that one back.
>Twilight and Dash came together. Both of them were resentful with the young woman.
>The first one never forgave Rarity, but decided to help her once more for old times’ sake.
>Dash on the other hand, didn’t even want to give her a chance. The only reason she came to her house, was because Applejack pled her on the phone.
>Once they were all in the living room, Applejack explained them the situation.
>The comments varied from “why should we help this junkie” to “how can you not aid one of your best friends”.
>In the end, they all decided to help her old friend, for Sweetie Belle’s sake.
>The plan was simple, to stay with Rarity for a whole week, cutting communication from the outside world.
>They would have to take care of her when the withdrawal happened.
>On the other hand, Rarity would have to talk with them and spill all of her feelings and thoughts.
>Once they all agreed, all of them, including Rarity said in unison, “For old times’ sake”.

>For the next couple of hours, they all stayed in the living room, staring at Rarity who was sitting in the middle of them.
>She began to tell them about her relationship with Blueblood. How she met him at a fancy party.
>He was the dream of every girl. Handsome, funny, intelligent, rich and charismatic, what was not to love about him?
>But as she realized later, he didn’t get interested in her, until she mentioned she had a little sister.
>After a couple of dates, he forced her to present him Sweetie Belle.
>”I still remember how happy she was on that day and how excited she was to meet my boyfriend. Talking nonstop about how she couldn’t wait for us to be married in a princess wedding where she would give us our rings.” Rarity smiled while thinking on that day.
>But as she told them the story, her face kept getting darker.
>The first time Blueblood slapped her, was when she didn’t want him to be alone with Sweetie Belle.
>”He told me that, if I actually loved him, I would have to prove my love, or he would leave me.”
>”I was so desperate! I’ve been waiting for my prince since I was little. How could I know he was going to do that?”
>”But I knew, deep down, what he wanted to do. I can’t believe I was so weak. I should’ve let him kill me instead of giving him my baby girl…” She wept.
>She began to shake, while she looked for something in her pockets.
>”I, I need my medicine. C-can you girls go and buy it? A man that calls himself J. can give it to you.”
>”We’re not going anywhere. You need to finish this.” Applejack said.
>”Please, I need it! I have money in my purse, I’ll pay it!”
>Applejack stared at her when she finally said.
>”Dash, lock the door. No one gets out, alright?”
>”Let me out! I need my medicine! You, you bitch, I need it! Please just let me out!” Rarity struggled while the other girls tried to restrain her.

>Another couple hours passed.
>Rarity was feeling like she was going to die sitting in a corner, while the other girls were exhausted.
>Some of them had bruises on them, but nothing too serious. Rarity wasn’t known to be the strongest of them.
>The young fashionista was violently trembling, with terrible head and stomachache.
>They would’ve continued the questioning if they could, but not when she was in that state.
>Pinkie Pie, who brought an enormous bag pack full of snacks, offered one to each of the girls.
>She then walked towards Rarity, offering her a little chocolate bar.
>”Th-thank you, d-darling. I’m so sorry for c-calling you a bitch, I d-don’t know what took over me…”
>Pinkie Pie just smiled, and walked back to her other friends.
>Rarity tried to open the chocolate bar, but her hands were trembling too much.
>After a while, she continued to talk, feeling a little better.
>She painfully told them about the bruises both on her and on Sweetie’s body.
>How he became more violent with each visit.
>Sometimes, he made Sweetie Belle sit on his legs all day, caressing her entire body and whispering things in her ear.
>If the little girl made an uncomfortable groan, he would slap her head.
>At that point, Fluttershy was so disgusted that she threw up in a trash can.
>While Dash helped her friend, Rarity continued.
>”I fear my poor sister, may only think that love can only exist if you control another person’s will and body.”
>She turned around and pled to her friends.
>”Please, for the love of god, for our friendship that I ruined, take care of her, don’t let her be an idiot like me. Protect her. Give Sweetie Belle what I couldn’t.”
>She began to suffer from various spams, and threw up on the floor.
>The other girls, even Dash, ran to see what was wrong.
>”I-It’s nothing, I think I’m going to be ok. Just need to sit here for a while.”


>Applebloom woke up when she felt she was suffocating.
>When she opened her eyes, she saw a black silhouette on top of her, while feeling some warm and moist on her mouth.
>As she tried to push it away, the shadow grabbed her wrists and whispered in her ear.
>”Hi” Sweetie Belle said.
>”S-Sweetie? What are you doing?” Applebloom cried.
>”You know, you’ve been such a great friend, always there for me, protecting me from the pain that never wants to go away.”
>Applebloom stopped resisting and decided to listen to her friend.
>”You’re my hero, Applebloom. I just can’t live without you anymore, please accept me.”
>”Sweetie, listen, you’re not thinking straight, we’re both girls!” the southern girl pleaded.
>”Yes, girls, we can’t hurt each other like he did to me! We can be gentle when we make love. There won’t be blood or pain, so please Applebloom, accept my heart and soul!” Sweetie said while she tried to undress Applebloom.
>”No! Let me go. You’re out of your mind!” Applebloom said while struggling.
>”Stop it, Applebloom! Let me love you, accept me into your heart!”
>”Get off of me! If you don’t I will scream!”Applebloom threaten.
>When she said that, something inside Sweetie Belle’s mind cracked.
>How could it be that the girl that protected her, that cared so much about her, was threatening her right now?
>Just when they were going to become one, in body and soul?
>Maybe, Applebloom had to be convinced.
>Sweetie Belle left one of Applebloom’s wrists free, but before the southern girl could escape, her friend slapped her across the face.
>It hurt so bad.
>”S-Sweetie?”
>”I’m tired of these games, Applebloom. You’re going to love me, even if I have to force myself in.”
>Sweetie Belle slapped her friend in the face again.
>”And if you dare to scream, you’ll regret it, so just enjoy and let our love bloom” the naked girl said while slipping her hand inside Applebloom’s panties.

>Sweetie Belle played with Applebloom’s labia with her index and middle finger.
>She enjoyed controlling her loved one.
>Sweetie Belle knew it was for her friend’s own good. She just had to force her to love a little bit so it could get to Applebloom.
>While doing that, Sweetie Belle kissed those lips once more, while teasing her friend, slowly putting her fingers inside her.
>When she broke the kiss, she gently bit her friend’s neck, trying to make her react a little bit.
>”I’m sorry for slapping you, but it was the only way, you understand, right?” She asked.
>Appleboom just covered her face with her hands, while crying.
>There was no way this could be happening. Wasn’t Sweetie Belle a victim?
>Why did she become a demon, just like Blueblood?
>How did she get corrupted?
>She became irrational. Strange thought clouded her mind.
>”Maybe it was his dirty sperm that made her this way! If she keeps going, I’m going to become a demon too!”
>But Applebloom kept crying, scared of Sweetie Belle’s slaps.
>”Hey, answer me! You understand, right?” Sweetie repeated.
>”Please no more…”
>”What did you say?”
>”Please Sweetie Belle, no more, no more! It hurts, stop!”
>”I know it hurts, but trust me, when you begin to love me, it’ll start to feel-“
>Sweetie Belle stopped dead in tracks.
>What did she just say?
>She looked down at Applebloom, who kept whispering “stop, please stop”.
>Sweetie Belle took a moment to analyze the situation, and it all matched.
>Everything matched to her past.
>Her fingers became Blueblood’s manhood, her hand his palm, her voice, Rarity’s words and Applebloom, herself.
>She slowly grabbed her face in desperation and said.
>”What am I doing?”

>Sweetie Belle got off Applebloom as fast as she could while the southern girl kept crying behind her hands.
>” A-Applebloom?” She said while trying to poke her hands.
>”D-Don’t touch me!”Applebloom said while she curled herself in a fetal position.
>Sweetie Belle still didn’t understand what happened.
>She just wanted to show Applebloom how much she loved her, why did it have to end like this?
>The last thing she wanted was to hurt her friend, the one she thought she loved the most in the whole wide world.
>Slowly but steady, she shook Applebloom while apologizing.
>”I-I’m sorry, I didn’t want this. Please don’t cry, I-I love you, I never wanted to hurt you!”
>She shook and shook, but the southern girl didn’t stop crying.
>”Don’t hate me, please, Applebloom. I was just lonely, I wanted you to like me more, I didn’t want this, please, Applebloom, please!”
>While she was in shock, the crying girl said something she would immediately regret.
>”Y-you’re a monster. You’re the same as him.”
>She realized what she just said. Sweetie Belle stopped shaking her, and tears came out of her big eyes.
>But her expression didn’t change.
>”Wait no, t-that’s not what I meant.” Applebloom said.
>Sadly, Sweetie Belle was gone. She slowly walked into the bathroom, naked as she was and closed the door.
>”Sweetie Belle, come out. We can talk this. I, I forgive you, ok? I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. Come out.”
>The only thing in the naked girl’s mind was a sentence “You’re the same as him.”
>She became the person she hated the most, just to abuse the one she cared the most.
>Sweetie Belle turned on the water of her bathtub while looking for some medicines that she used to take when she didn’t feel well.
>”A hot bath, I need a relaxing hot bath,” she thought.
>Without noticing it, she gulped the whole bottle and got into the tub.
>And her problems began to fade away.

>As she floated on the water, memories of her past rushed into her mind.
>Happy memories of her singing to Rarity when they were younger.
>Or all the times she played with Applebloom and Scootaloo.
>What about when her father used to carry her on his shoulders?
>She could listen to something softly banging.
>It was pretty fun when Rarity let her hang out with her friends. Pinkie was especially funny.
>”I should start studying again. Mrs. Cherilee was right, lately, I’ve been slacking a little bit.”
>But then, the painful memories hit her.
>All those nights with Blueblood.
>The bangs continued.
>Rarity using her to appease that beast.
>How she pushed her friends away.
>The nightmares and Rarity constantly scaring her.
>Maybe, Rarity just tried to say sorry.
>The bangs got a little louder.
>She used to be so generous.
>Sweetie Belle still had all the birthday presents Rarity gave her since she was three years old.
>All of them were neatly placed in her closet.
>From toys to ribbons and dresses, she still cherished them.
>The banging continued to get louder.
>”I’m getting a little sleepy. I should try to get out and sleep in my bed but, floating in warm water feels so nice. I’ll just close my eyes for a little bit.”
>As she closed them, she could see from the corner of her eye the door slamming, and her father entering the bathroom, while her mother picked the empty bottle. She was screaming something, but Sweetie wasn’t listening anymore.
>”Heh, my dad is carrying me like he used to. I’m going to call him daddy when I wake up. That always made him happy.”
>She noticed them quickly carrying her into the car.
>”But I’m naked, I don’t want people to see me like this. I wish we could go back for a sweater, I’m feeling pretty cold.” She thought.
>”But my mother’s arms are so comfortable. I’ll just take a quick nap here.”
>And Sweetie Belle closed her eyes.

>Rarity suddenly woke up in her living room.
>All her friends were around, taking care of her.
>Shortly after she threw up, she passed out.
>But they never left her side.
>She felt safe, and for the first time in months, she knew she wanted to move on.
>However, she would need her friends for that and she was sure they will give her all their support.
>Without waking them up, she quietly walked towards Applejack, waking her up.
>”What’s wrong, Rarity? You’re feeling ok?”
>”Yes, Darling, I’m feeling fine.”
>She grabbed Applejack’s hand.
>”You have no idea how much I appreciate what you’re doing.” She said while letting a tear fall from her eye.
>Applejack warmly smiled.
>”It’s ok, sugar cube. We’re friends after all.”
>Rarity affectionately hugged her friend.
>Are you hungry? I’m sure I have something in my fridge. It’s not too much, but it’s the least I can do.”
>”As a matter of fact, I am. Thank you, Rarity.”
>While Applejack stretched herself, the phone in the living room rang.
>”Can you please answer it before it wakes everyone else?” Rarity whispered. “God, who could be calling at this time of the night?”
>”Sure thing.” Applejack stood up and answered the phone. “Hello?”
>”Yes, she lives here… yeah…. yeah….”
>Her smile suddenly fade away.
>”Who was it, Darling?” Rarity asked.
>”It was from the hospital, Rarity. Sweetie Belle…”

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Part II: Conclusion

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>It has been a couple of months after the incident.
>The girl has been hospitalized in a mental institution and she's been treated since the suicide attempt.
>Her parents visit her every week to check on their younger daughter and they delude themselves thinking she's getting better.
>But the young girl hates being in this place.
>With the drugs, the constant surveillance of her every move and the experiments trying to make her better, the stress this young woman feels is almost unbearable.
>Once more, she feels violated, not physically but only mentally.
>Since the first time she was disgraced, every bad thing that she suffered after that was always associated with the event one way or another.
>This time, she felt like they were caressing her mind with long, slimy fingers, trying to find what was wrong with her.
>"Wasn't it obvious? He fucked my body and my mind" she thought.
>She never understood it, why were they asking her about her childhood when everything wrong happened because of her shitty sister and that monster?
>And what can they accomplish with these stupid questions? "Nothing", she thought.
>Words cannot heal her broken mind.
>Drugs can only stupefy it, they ease the pain but they mess with her in other ways.
>"Side effects" is a polite way of saying "the goal justifies the means".
>"As long as she's quiet, she's doing good, right?" One nurse said to another one outside of her room.
>This was one of the kinder expressions of incompetence and apathy the staff felt for their patients.
>Sadly, that attitude perverted everyone in this damn building.
>I guess a society controlled by a rotten head will rot itself.
>In this place, no one trusted anyone, girls would get beat up by other girls and the roots of everyone's illness would be used to bully the rest.
>When someone called our small child a "cock sucking whore" and she broke in tears, the staff drugged her, it's easier that way.

>On the first days of being hospitalized, when her parents visited for the first time, te girl asked.
>"Where's Rarity?" she asked, the last part of her being still hanging to the love that she once felt for her.
>"She will never come back, we promise." Her parents assured her.
>"I see. Is Applebloom ok?"
>Her parents looked at each other before finally saying "We should probably talk about that later, alright?"
>Once the visit hours ended, a nurse took the small Belle back to her room and gave her some pills.
>"You need to swallow them all, alright?"
>The girls has been in this place long enough to know that she hates them.
>"I don't want to."
>The nurse, used to this kind of behavior, knew what to do.
>She grabbed the child's hair and pulled it up.
>"Stop, please!"
>"Now listen up, love. I hate spoiled brats like you. So, you either do as we tell you or we'll have to discipline you."
>She let the small girl go and once again ordered, "swallow those damn pills."
>Sweetie, caressing her hair as if trying to calm the pain, decided to do exactly as told.
>"Good girl. Just do as told and you'll be out of here and sane as any normal person."
>Once the nurse left her room, Sweetie began to feel the effects of the drug.
>It was a calming yet opressive sensation.
>Her body didn't want to move and her mind, well the only word she could use to describe what was happening: it was getting numb.
>To a point where it felt like a dream what was happening to her.
>What her eyes saw didn't feel real, nor what her ears heard, almost as if she could leave her body at any time.
>Even if it was a relaxing sensation, she hated it with all of her soul.
>It was the exact feeling of when she got in the bathtub on that fateful night.
>The frustration of not being able to control her limbs at will or remembering what she was doing.
>It drove her crazy and depressed at the same time.

>Animals and humans have existed up to this point because they learn how to survive.
>After that first warning, she learned not to mess with the staff of her prison.
>They left her alone and she never got in any direct trouble with them.
>On the other hand, her "flat-mates" were a different story.
>I'm sure that you used to think that life in middle/high school was complicated when you were a student, but looking back at those years, you always had a place to run from the boredom, the idiots, the problems, the embarrassments, all of these typical for any teenager.
>But there's nowhere to run in this forsaken place.
>Imagine a middle school that you had to live at, everyone knew everyone else was fucked up and worst of all tried to survived, together with a staff of workers that would rather see teenage girls kill each other than do their job.
>There was no privacy in this place, cameras all over the place watching everything we did, following us on every step.
>Which made it worse when our small child told the staff about the bullying problems and the only thing they said was "we'll look into it."
>Teenagers, even if they act like they don't actually think, are not stupid.
>Sweetie has seen the cameras all over the place and noticed them when the bigger girls kicked into submission a smaller one.
>They were looking directly into it, but nothing was done.
>Not even in her room was she safe from the ever seeing eyes of the staff, since there was a big window on her door, designed to see everything inside.
>She didn't even have the right for the most basic of needs, so prevalent in young teenagers.
>When the rumor broke out that another patient was releasing some drops of frustration, she nearly killed herself for what the other patients did to her in the subsequent weeks.
>The only place she was truly alone, away from this physical hell, was inside her mind.
>However, as you all know, thanks to the drugs, it was its own kind of hell.

>"How are you feeling today, Sweetie?" Greeted the psychiatrist.
>"A lot better, thank you."
>That was a complete lie.
>"That's great! Did you have fun with your parents yesterday?"
>"Yes, of course."
>She didn't. She could see under their smiles the cracks in their relationship represented by passive aggressive comments and such.
>"Good. So, what did you talk about?"
>"Not much."
>A lot of things were said. The hardest blow was learning that the Apples were moving away.
>Her parents denied that it was her fault, but deep down, Sweetie knew it better than anyone else.
>She bit the only kind soul that tried to heal her heart.
>By doing so, she spread the corruption that was inflicted on her.
>She also overheard her parents talking about how Rarity took control of her life once again.
>With the help of her friends, she got out of the deep hole she got into in the first place.
>"Good for her" Sweetie Belle thought at the time.
>"Anyway", the psychiatrist said, "let's continue with the exercises."

>That night, like usual, she didn't go to sleep early.
>It was the only time she could be free from everything: her parents, they psychiatrist, the staff, the other patients and the drugs.
>In those precious minutes before sleeping, she wandered to many scenarios.
>She loved to play pretend games in her head.
>What if she didn't attack Applebloom? What if Rarity protected her? What if none of this happened? What if she became a singer like she always wanted to?
>This night, however, she was just imagining her sister.
>She's happy for her, right? She's not a drug addict anymore.
>Rarity has friends supporting her and they wouldn't let she do any more mistakes.
>Her big sister, the one she admired the most, is doing fine once more.
>Then why is Sweetie crying?
>Why are you hugging your womb so hard, little girl?
>Why are you swearing and screaming in the middle of the night?
>The girl stood up, looking herself in her mirror and breaking it with her small fist.

>The voice of the small girl was heard throughout the entire facility.
>Hundreds of thoughts ran through her head, but mainly.
>"Why is she happy?"
>"Why am I in this nuthouse while she has friends that care for her?"
>"What did I do? Who did I mess with to be here?"
>"Wasn't I just a small kid? I don't deserve this."
>"She's the one that deserves to be in this place, I did nothing wrong!"
>When the staff finally got in her room, she was crying, while hugging her legs in one of the corners.
>They didn't care tho, they grabbed her as if she was uncontrollable and injected her to "calm her down".
>After a while, the numbing feeling returned and once again she lost control of her body.

>When she woke up, she was restrained to her bed and a psychiatrist on her side.
>"What happened, Sweetie Belle?"
>"...Nothing" She answered.
>"Come on, I can't help you if you don't let me in." He turned around and pointed at the broken mirror "This is nothing."
>"... I had a bad dream, that's all."
>"About him?"
>Just remembering his face made her stomach revolt.
>"Y-yes, him."
>"Interesting, tell me more."
>Interesting, as if she was some kind of animal doing a trick.
>She is a human being for god's sakes.
>After lying to the imbecile trying to "cure her", she finally called someone to release Sweetie Belle.
>"Is this legal?" Sweetie asked before a nurse got in.
>The psychiatrist didn't know how to answer.
>"It is, well, you know, a common procedure, yeah, that's right."
>"... Thought so..."

>"When did I become this bitter?" Sweetie thought to herself.
>Lying to a medical expert, being this cynical, hating on her sister and openly insulting her.
>In the fake solitude of her room, her mind was plotting something and she didn't even realize it.
>Everytime she shows her pain, people think that there's something wrong with her.
>But when she does what she is told, then no one believes there's something wrong with her.
>"Maybe, I know how to get out of here."

>That night, the memories of the past run on her head like an old VHS being rewinded.
>She was looking for answers that could help her right now.
>When that monster raped her, when did she suffer the least?
>"When I did what he order."
>After he was sent to jail, when did she suffer the most?
>"When I showed my vulnerability, when I cried, when I wanted to Applebloom to be with me, but messed it up."
>She was finding the answers.
>If she acted like nothing happened and didn't molest Applebloom, she would still be friends with her.
>"Be normal and follow orders, do what I have to do."
>That's why that nurse didn't beat her up again, she followed her orders.
>When she didn't act normal, when she lost control the night before, everyone assumed she was a lot crazier.
>"But if I don't do anything, they will ignore me. If I follow orders and act like normal, they will think I'm getting cured."
>Getting cured.
>Sweetie laughed at this idea. She knew there was no way of getting cured.
>Not after what she suffered and what she did.
>There is no way they can extract the feelings of guilt, hate, anger and such with drugs or a scalpel.
>Those experiences, they are Sweetie Belle, they're molding her.
>It's like building a tower of many different materials and trying to remove some blocks of it while still building it.
>You can't, they are part of you forever and they will shape you.
>It's sad that a young girl like her has to understand things like this at her age.
>But if she wanted to leave this madhouse, she had to pretend she was getting better.
>Just follow the exams and lie. Say that you're feeling better while having a smile on the face.
>She got up and got close to the window, since her mirror was gone.
>She tried to smile for the first time in months.
>After a while of practicing, it looked a little but more natural.
>She used to perform at her school, so she was used to practicing a nice smile for the audience.
>However.

>Sweetie was a patient girl.
>She learned how to be patient little woman whenever she visited Rarity.
>So, she followed the orders of the nurses.
>Whenever one of the psychiatrists asked her questions, she answered with a big smile, pretending to get better.
>With the bigger girls, she just stepped aside.
>Together with her parents, she smiled and said she was feeling better every day.
>What did you know? In the end, everyone was happy, they treated her better.
>Hiding her emotions, supressing her traumas just so that they wouldn't make a big deal out of it.
>So that they would let her out of this place.
>After four weeks of pretending, they finally let the girl out, on a strict medication routine.
>Finally, she was home.
>And she hated it.
>She couldn't understand exactly why, but everything in her room disgusted her.
>It was like being in the room of someone very dislikeable.
>She slowly walked toward her mirror and smiled.
>The smile she practiced so much in front of the window.
>A beautiful, ear to ear grin.
>Every element of that smile showed nothing but love for life.
>But her eyes.
>Those eyes that were described in the old wars as the hundred yard stare.
>At first, the girl was scared that people would notice it since it was so obvious.
>However, they didn't seem to notice.
>"Or maybe, they're like me."
>Yeah, maybe they lied too.
>As long as they act like everything was fine, then everything would be fine.
>Maybe, just maybe, if she keeps pushing down everything down into herself, as deep as her mind can take, then she would be cured.
>"...no"
>She knew that it would pop out of her head one way or another.
>But, as long as she could keep it to herself, then she could be able to handle it.
>She turned around and looked at her room again. Even if she hated it, she couldn't break or change it, it would look suspicious.
>She'd have to deal with it.
>Then she turned to see herself once more in the mirror and saw something strange running down her face.

>It didn't take long for Sweetie to return to her school.
>After some special courses to put her on the same level as her classmates, she once again became the best student in her class.
>She now has a lot more friends than before, when she only played with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.
>All the teachers, aware of what happened to her, are glad to see such a promising little girl be alright once more.
>Her parents are now happy once again.
>Sweetie Belle made sure they wouldn't be fighting by trying to spend time with them and listening to their problems.
>What a nice little girl she became.
>And her medicine. Well, she's not taking it.
>She only throws it away into the toilet and pretends to swallow the pills.
>Her teachers and classmates asked her to sing once again, but she doesn't want to.
>Says she doesn't find it fun anymore.
>This is not a lie.
>However, it's hard to explain that the constant beat of the songs reminded her of how that monster thrusted into her over and over again.
>If only he didn't like to hear her sing just before he stained her small, delicate body.
>And her new friends? She did try to become their friends, but for some reason she found them annoying.
>Why the hell are they so happy? They are so noisy.
>But she never said that, of course. She always laughed when they laughed and smiled when they did.
>Speaking of friendships, Scootaloo was now a solitary girl.
>Her two best friends dissapeared on the same day and no one bothered to give her a reason.
>She only heard that Applebloom moved away and that Sweetie was in the hospital.
>They didn't explain her why wasn't she allow to visit her.
>When she returned to school, she was happy to see her again but.
>Her eyes scared her.
>Sweetie Belle greeted her with a big smile and while waving her hand.
>Scootaloo tried to get over that horrible sensation.
>But whenever she looked at her in the eyes, it was like she could look through her.
>Eventually, they just drifted apart.

>Sweetie Belle was indeed sad about Scootaloo.
>But she thought that, as long as she was away from her, the deepest emotions wouldn't come out.
>It was hard, but as long as they were apart, it would be for the best for both of them.
>She hated the other kids, those spastic and happy idiots running around and having crushes on each other.
>There were times where she wanted to walk away from them, but it would look very suspicious.
>So she just sat there and smiled, like she practiced.
>She also hated her parents.
>Those persons that threw her into the nut house because they weren't able to take care of her or deal with her traumas.
>A place where she suffered for almost two months, and for what?
>They didn't heal her at all.
>Instead, she feels like her mind is slowly untying itself.
>Day by day, the sensation of threads drifting apart from her soul and disappearing, like worms hiding in the dirt made her want to rip her hair off.
>But when she's with other people, she has to be cool, stay calm.
>Act like a little maiden.
>Smile.

>When she's alone, then she can worry about trying to dig those emotions that constantly try to come out.
>Which is pretty hard, since she's constantly overprotected by all the adults in her life.
>Her parents never leave her alone and always pick her up on school.
>The teachers pay special attention to her than to the other kids.
>And because she is a very pretty girl, everyone at her class is constantly bothering her by chatting and such.
>The only time she is truly alone, just like when she was in the hospital, was right before sleeping.
>Now, instead of using that time to release some stress, she is using to suppress the emotions.
>Rarity, Blueblood, Applebloom, the nurses, herself, for different reasons.
>But she hated herself more than anyone else.
>She could explain why, but if there was one person she wanted to kill more than Rarity, more than Blueblood, was herself.

>Eventually, those emotions began to come out in very subtle ways.
>At one point, when she was in the middle of a group of pubescent kids, the normal phallic jokes began to pop out.
>Nothing out of the ordinary, just things that kids that age do.
>Sweetie Belle was about to break in tears, but the only thing she showed was a chill, and excused herself.
>Thankfully, everyone thought that she was only feeling uncomfortable by the chat.
>If only they knew.
>To control this, she found other valves to release the pain.
>One of them was carrying a small notebook with herself where she could drain some of the constant filth her mind was pumping everyday.
>Poems of hate, disturbing drawings, wishes and plans for what to do with Rarity, thoughts of wanting to kill herself.
>All of them hiding in a cute and pink diary.
>It wasn't enough.
>She asked her mother to take her to the mall to buy some new clothes, supposedly because she had a crush and wanted to look pretty.
>But she only chose long sleeve blouses and shirts.
>She was annoyed because her mom bought her some cute skirts too. She didn't want to show any kind of skin to other people.
>Yet, she thanked her mother with a smile.
>She became a manipulative little girl, being able to make everyone she wanted to believe she was fine.

>From that day onwards, she wore the long sleeve blouses every day, no mattering how hot or cold the day was.
>It was satisfying for her.
>The physical pain was unbearable, but the concept of punishing herself with such humiliating and terrible wounds was extremely pleasant.
>From once a week to once a day, her arms became a battlefield of dark emotions.

>But it wasn't enough.
>At some point, her parents finally trusted her to walk back home by herself, an opportunity that she used to roam the parks surrounding her neighborhood.
>She brought with her a small bag of nuts, to feed the squirrels.
>Or rather, to use it as bait.

>After that, she was able to control herself a lot better around people.
>The valves worked like a charm, and she could hide the traumas rather well, as long as she had privacy, she could act like she was cured.
>But they didn't relieve the pain.
>More like valves these, "activities", were like infected knives opening wounds and letting the filth out.
>The messed her mind more and more, even when she thought they were helping her.
>However, as long as she could act normally, she thought, then everything will be fine.

>And then, one fateful and rainy afternoon, everything fell apart.
>Sweetie Belle was walking home alone.
>The stress of hiding everything back was enormous and the girl didn't notice it yet.
>Just as she walked at the side of the park, she decided to look for another squirrel.
>Sweetie took out the bag with nuts, and got near to one of the little animals.
>She took a liking of stepping on their necks and slowy putting more and more weight until she felt the disgusting crack of her bones.
>This time it was no different. She guided the squirrel into some bushes and just as it was going to grab the nut, she let her bag fall on the animal, stunning it enough for her to put her foot on it.
>For her, the animal was like a big roach, twitching all of her limbs, desperatly trying to get out, she could not stand it.
>She began to slowly kill the animal, like she did many times before.
>A fake feeling of purification got over her body as the mad and violent cries of the animal grew and grew.
>For such a small creature, it made so much noise.
>"Would you shut up and die already?" Sweetie Belle said.
>"What... did you just say?" A voice behind her spoke.
>Sweetie Belle's heart skipped a beat. She was so fixed into torturing the small creature that she forgot, for the first time since she started doing this, to check out her surrouding.
>As she turned around, she began to breath heavily when she noticed who was the young woman talking to her.

>Fluttershy, one of her sister's friends was behind her, carrying an umbrella, most likely taking a walk through the park.
>She was looking at her with wide open eyes, still not processing what the girl said.
>But what broke Fluttershy from her shock, were the cries of the small creature.
>"S-Sweetie Belle! What are you doing?"
>The girl, surprised by the young woman, lost her balance and stepped on the squirrel with all of her weight, killing it instantly.
>Her breathing became faster, more erratic.
>"W-why would you do that... You're..."
>The girl, trying to understand the surreal situation she was going through right now, could only react the way she has been doing it for the past couple of months.
>With a big, practiced smile.
>"N-nothing Fluttershy, I was just... just..."
>But it was useless, the stress suddenly broke out and there wasn't anything she could do to hold everything back.
>While she tried to talk her way out of this situation, she began to sweat, tremble, her eyes began to shake in desperation, looking for a way out and random tears popped from her eyes.
>Her feet began fidgeting and she began to play with her sleeves, pulling it up and down without noticing it.
>And from the corner of her eye, Sweetie could swear she saw Rarity walking down the street.
>Wether it was true or not, didn't matter, everything bottled down finally exploded.
>"I... I..."
>She began to shake disturbingly hard.
>The words weren't coming out, she was asphyxiating with her own tongue, while all the memories of Rarity and Blueblood rushed down and hit her mind like a brick.
>Fluttershy, not knowing what to do, tried to grab the girl's shoulder.
>But in the middle of her nervous breakdown, Sweetie broke.
>"No! Don't touch me! Please, I don't want to do it again, Rarity!"
>Fluttershy took a step back, scared of what was happening to the little girl.
>"Leave me alone, get away, get away!"
>Feeling like she was being crushed by walls, Sweetie began to run back home.

>After a while with all of her emotions leaking out of her mind and blinding her reason, Sweetie turned around her head to see if she was being followed.
>She was.
>Fluttershy was running behind her, trying to catch up to the young girl.
>Luckily, she wasn't the most athletic girl so she would never be able to catch her.
>In her desperation and delirium, Sweetie cried.
>"No Rarity, I don't want to do it, don't make me do it anymore!"
>"What are you talking about, Sweetie?" Fluttershy answered, already huffing and puffing.
>After two more blocks, Fluttershy decided to stop, this wasn't going to work, she had to think of another way.

>Sweetie Belle got into her house crying and completely drenched.
>Her parents weren't at home so she had to open the door with her own keys.
>Once inside, she looked into the window to see if Fluttershy was following her, but there was no one else on the street.
>But that didn't calm the littler girl down.
>Like the old days, she felt dirty.
>Still suffering from an intense nervous breakdown, she ran into her bathroom and closed the door.
>Pulling her sleeves up, she grabbed her razor and made some deep, long cuts on her arms, trying to relieve the stress.
>"I'll be a good girl, Rarity, don't take me with him again." She repeated again and again.
>But the physical pain did not withered the feeling of her mind untying once more.
>On this state, she didn't even notice she was bleeding, so instead of trying to cure the wounds or clean the blood, she pushed down the sleeves, staining them with a deep crimson color.
>As she tried to hold the sink with her hands, trying to calm herself a little bit, she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
>She was a complete mess. Drenched on rainwater, still violently trembling, her subtle mascara running down her cheeks.
>So she tried to smile to improve her image.
>Her eyes still moving erratically looking for someone in the shadows chasing her.
>And then she saw a silhouette behind her.

>From the reflection in the mirror, she noticed a human shaped shadow standing behind her.
>She quickly turned back, her disturbed mind assuming Blueblood was going to defile her body once more.
>But there was no one behind.
>Her breathing became heavier and faster.
>There was someone behind her, she was sure of it.
>Never being this scared before, she faced the sink once more and threw up in it a couple of times.
>When she finally stopped coughing, she looked in the mirror, trying to remember where she spotted the figure.
>With her eyes quickly shifting back and forth and her knees, almost giving up, the only thing she did was shout in a very quiet voice.
>"H-hello? R-rarity?"
>The anxiety was destroying this young lady, her mind collapsing on itself.
>She stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, the only sound throughout the house was her heavy breathing.
>And then, she heard a whisper.
>"Sing."
>The girl didn't know where the words came from.
>However, the only thing she could do was scream.
>"No! Not again!"
>Then she run out of the bathroom, into the hallway and to the main entrance, banging the door as if she could feel the breathing of a demon right on her neck.
>When she finally opened the door, two silhouettes, one female and one male, were standing on the door.
>The girl, fell down on her back, trying to slowly get away.
>"Hey! What's wrong!"
>And then she broke into the most bitter and loud crying.
>Curling in a fetal position, screaming out of her lungs and helplessly moving her arms and legs, the girl tried to protect herself from her attackers.
>In reality, it was Fluttershy and a policeman she found that immediately helped a cute, frighten young woman.
>They tried to pick her up but she answered by pulling her limbs to herself violently and covering her ears and eyes with her hands.
>That is until they noticed the blood staining her sleeves.
>Not knowing what to do, the police was about to call for backup when a car drove into the garage.

>It was an uncomfortable scene to say the least.
>When Sweetie Belle's parents ran out of her car to see what was going on, they were horrified at what her daughter was doing and how she looked.
>In the confusion, they struggled with the policeman and Fluttershy.
>And when the young girl heard the sound of her parents' voices, she regained a little bit of consciousness.
>However, not rationality.
>She slowly stood up, trying to clean her face with her bloody sleeves.
>Her mind trying to control the situation like she always did in the past months.
>"H-hi, mom, dad. I know this looks bad but, I can explain you what happened back at home."
>Her dad, trying to process this strange situation, was only able to babble "...but you are home..."
>The girl, looking a little confused tried to answer.
>"What? This is Rarity's house. Look, she is over... there..."
>And she finally noticed that the young woman standing over there wasn't Rarity and the man wasn't Blueblood.
>Reality suddenly hit her like a truck, when the delirium slowly drained away from her eyes.
>"I... see. Well, I'm going to my room, I'm very tired..."
>"Where do you think you're going?" Her mother yelled, holding her wrist.
>In the midst of all the confusion, she didn't notice her sleeves, until the girl yelped in pain when she grabbed the wound.
>"Why are you covered in blood?!" She screamed.
>Sweetie Belle suddenly struggled to get free, but the woman overpowered her and pulled up the sleeve, to reveal dozens of old a new scars across her delicate arm.
>Her mother gasped, and Sweetie, embarrassed and humiliated, pulled her arm so hard that she lost her balance and dropped her schoolbag.
>Oh cruel destiny, if that wasn't enough, her pink notebook, the diary she kept where she could pour her disturbed psyche, fell down and opened itself right in the middle, for everyone else to see.
>How did this happen? How did everything fall apart so fast?

>Like a small toddler that was caught doing something wrong, she just took a step back, looked down at the floor and fidgeted with her feet and hands.
>The realization that her daughter was messed up in the inside was something they never expected to discover.
>While the adults tried to discuss what was going on, Sweetie Belle was softly crying.
>Everything she worked for until this point crash landed in the most horrible way.
>They sent Sweetie Belle to her room so that they could discuss things with the police.
>Fluttershy offered herself to take her, something the parents thanked.
>On the room, she cleaned and cured Sweetie's arms with some bandages she found in the house.
>"How are you feeling, Sweetie?"
>But the girl kept sobbing and sobbing.
>Fluttershy tried to caress the young girl, but she moved away, sitting on the corner of her room.
>This was the most uncomfortable situation the woman has ever faced.
>She was alone with a deeply disturbed girl, she didn't know what to do and was scared.
>The only thing she could do was sit on the floor with the girl, but on a safe distance, so she wouldn't make her nervous.
>"Like a small, frighten animal" she thought.
>After a couple of hours sitting there, the door suddenly opened, and Sweetie began to breath faster once more.
>It was her parents, they both had a look of dissapointment.
>They had decided that, the best course of action was for Sweetie Belle to leave this place for a while.
>"The, mental hospital again?" She whispered.
>"No", the father answered. They explained to her that the best thing to do was for her to live with her grandparents for a while.
>They made it sound like it was for her own good, leaving everything behind and start anew.
>But Sweetie Belle was a lot more mature than they thought thanks to what she've gone through.
>She immediately understood that this was more for them than her.
>They couldn't handle the problem, so they rather send it away.

>After a while, Fluttershy said goodbye to the family.
>Knowing what was happening with Sweetie Belle, she decided it wouldn't be a good idea to tell them what happened with the squirrel.
>Not like Sweetie felt like she was doing her a favor.
>The girl knew that this woman ruined her life by not shutting up.
>The police understood the situation when he remembered the case of the little girl and the molester a couple of months ago and decided this little incident could be handled by the parents if what they said of sending her away was true.
>But he said he was going to watch over them very closely.
>When everyone was gone, the preparations to send her away started immediately.

>It took them less than two weeks to prepare everything.
>They weren't even trying to be subtle about her wanting to be gone.
>The trip to the bus station was nothing but a big uncomfortable silence.
>They bought the little girl her bus ticket and took her to the number 12 door.
>"This is it, Sweetie." Her mother said, "Now remember to call us when you arrive with your grandma, alright?"
>The girl nodded.
>Now, normally parents wait to see their children get on the bus, but, to be honest, this pair were disgusted by their two daughters.
>They said they had some very urgent business to attend and weren't able to stay for long.
>They said good bye, told the girl they loved her and then walked away.
>It's sad to think that these two, once loving parents, now couldn't stand seeing her younger daughter.
>But it's alright, Sweetie Belle thought "I hate them too".
>Sitting on the bench alone, with her ticket in her hand she looked around, trying to fight the boredom and depressing atmosphere surrounding her.
>And then, she saw her.
>At the background, standing still, looking right at the young girl, there was a woman, stylishly dressed with a small smile.
>Sweetie Belle recognized her immediately.

>Sweetie Belle stared at Rarity for a couple of seconds.
>Her dead eyes trying to understand what they were seeing.
>Was this another product of her broken mind?
>An illusion to punish her even more?
>Or was it her real sister?
>If so, why did she come? Doesn she realize what she made her suffer?
>What, is she asking for forgiveness?
>None of the two figures moved.
>The ghostly figured kept staring at the unresponsive girl.
>People waiting to attend their destination walked around the station, a deep contrast to these two beautiful statues, full of cracks on the inside.
>The unresponsive girl, stared and stared at the younger woman, her empty eyes still wondering about the nature of this appearence.
>For a moment, Sweetie had the strange sensation that, if she walked straight into her, both of them would dissapear, never to be found again.
>Maybe that'd be for the best. Nothing in this world seemed to matter anymore.
>Rarity, her dear sister.
>The one that loved her so much.
>And the one that sold her body for her own interests.
>But then, something on her expression changed.
>Her quiet and tranquil expression did not, but the eyes of the young pubescent girl transformed.
>In a fraction of a second, feelings of sadness, pain, anger, fear and hate were reflected on them.
>So much hate.
>The scariest glare a young girl ever had, a 100 yard stare combined with the purest hate were burning the figure across the room.
>Rarity's expression changed, into the purest form of horror, as if she realized what she lost, and like a shadow being lighten up , she dissapeared behind a wall of people.
>The stare of the girl returned once more to that of an empty person.
>At that moment, the alarm announcing the arrival of the 12° bus rang.
>After that, Sweetie grabbed all her bags, and walked to the door, ready to board this boat.
>And hopefully, navigate until her pain and suffering become nothing more than salt statues in her past.

The End