Rarity's Bully

Created this story from a Rarity bully thread. It's not all edited together and the story is written in a way that has several jumps in the timeline, so just be aware of that.

>You looked up from your book, startled by the sound of the door swinging open, then closed.
>She hadn't noticed you yet, sitting in the dark corner of the janitor's closet.
>But you noticed her
>She had tear stains carving a path down her white cheeks, darkened with her mascara.
>Her lower lip was trembling, and her eyes were misty
>If it were anymore obvious that the girl, whose name you did not know, had been upset, there would've been a sign hanging above her head.
"H-hello"
>she jumped, turning towards you with wide, glistening eyes and a shocked look.
>Through the tears and a choked, thick voice she managed to return your greeting.
>You were about to say something, though perhaps not, you wanted to say something
>anything. Maybe to get her to stay
>so you wouldn't be alone
>again
>It was too late, she was already out the door by the time you opened your mouth
>of course
>what would a girl want with you?
>You were ugly, short, unappealing
>she was tall and beautiful
>So you shuffle back into your corner, shoulders hunched forward
>Back to your book
>Back to a life of pretending in the make believe worlds that every story offered
>trying to feel at least a little better
>Because you were alone
>And not even a girl, bullied and teased, would spend more than mere seconds in your presence
>You sigh
>Best get back to reading.
>It's the only thing you're good at.
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>She was laughing, now
>Sitting at the table across the lunch room, surrounded by friends
>It seemed only moments ago that she had run into your closet
>but months had passed
>She had been accepted, much like a fish to water, into those like her
>Popular, beautiful... Socialites.
>You didn't speak to her, and she didn't even noticed you
>Which was to be expected
>Despite that, despite meeting for only a moment, it hurt that she would abandon you
>You turn away, stalking away from her table and towards the one that you always occupied
>it was the farthest one away and the most isolated
>Perfect for you
>Perhaps it was your lack of attention, but a blonde boy whose name you couldn't recall, managed to trip you
>Your shirt was covered in food, the milk carton that had fallen under you exploded against your stomach
>It was silent for a moment
>Before they started laughing
>Laughing, Laughing.
>Even her
>You turned back, getting a glimpse of the girl
>She was laughing at you
>You stand up, ignoring the tears that threatened to spill down your face
>She should know how this feels, but she continues to laugh
>You hear a joke from across the lunch room, yelled out by a boy at least in junior year
"Try not to come back and shoot the place up! Crybaby!"
>his friends laughed
>You run, straight out of the lunchroom
>After a few turns, you stumble into the closet you had long since claimed as yours
>A small library, carefully gathered over time, was sitting on the shelf that it always was
>You pull out a book at random, and begin reading
>Trying to forget
>Forget the tears streaming down your cheeks
>Forget her face...
>Laughing at you
>Laughing at the clown. The fool. The circus freak.
>You ignore this, trying to stifle the sobs that tried to escape
>You ignore it, and continue reading
>Her smile on your mind
>It was beautiful. Even if it was directed at you.
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>She passed by the closet, falling silent amidst a raucous tail of fun and frivolity.
>She remembered clearly the man inside, and knew that he would be there
>He was always there
>She felt remorse, for laughing at him like she had, just days ago
>The image of the man looking up from his book, a shocked look on his face replayed in her mind
>She was terrified of him
>Not because he was ugly, or short, or fat
>No, because he was a different sort of person
>She looked in his eyes, managed to catch a glimpse of someone who could empathize with her.
>It had started her
>It was not fake, much like the ever-precarious friends she was walking with
>The genuine look of longing for any kind of contact seemed to scream at her from him
>But it was not to be
>Too shocked to react as she should, she fled
>She was a coward in that way. More than happy to pretend, yet being unable to face reality
>The "friends" who had once been her bullies beside her were this way, yet they didn't have the self realization that she did
>Despite the self realization, she was still a coward
>She would and could not give up her position in this group of friends, for one who would need her most
>Quantity, it seemed, ruled her life over quality
>She thought about the man everytime she walked past his closet
>Was he nice? Mean? Angry?
>It didn't matter
>He seemed real, like an ordinary man in a fairy tale
>The odd one out, who was alone in his endeavors
>It hurt her to think that he was alone
>Yet she was a coward
>She was pulled back away from the closet by the girls who were walking next to her
>Perhaps one day she would approach him
>But until then, she hoped he was okay
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>Her damned smile!
>It kept you up at night
>Everything about her could captivate you
>Even when she laughed at you, along side the others.
>Yet it was not to be
>You were the Hunchback to her Esmeralda, and the Beast to her Beauty
>But this was no fairy tale
>And you knew you would have no happy ending
>You rubbed a hand down your face, trapped in the small space of your closet that reeked of disinfectant and chemicals
>Even the abrasive stench did little to assuage your feelings
>She would not leave your mind, no matter what you did
>You shouldn't think of her, shouldn't even be near to her!
>She was the damsel in distress, and you an ogre looking on as the Knight rescues her from the bullies
>You let your imagination run wild...
>Of what you would have said to her, given the chance...
>Yet even your imagination ran afoul of reality, for you could only imagine rejection.
>As a friend, or something more, it didn't matter
>She was the definition of beauty, and you, ugliness
>Both inside and out.
>You had noticed her glancing at you in the halls from time to time
>You refused to meet her eye, determined to not make a fool out of yourself by giving her a reason to torment you
>Should she do that, though
>She didn't torment you like the others
>You end your thoughts, confident that perhaps one day you can erase her from your memory
>Life was, and is, so much simpler the way you've always lived it.
>Alone.
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>She stared at him from across the lunchroom
>Her "friends" tittered and chattered together all around her, yet her focus was on him.
>He ate alone, a sandwich in one hand, a book in the other
>It seemed that's how he always was
>So focused on a book, he was ignorant to everything else.
>She smiled softly.
>Her ruby lips, colored by her preferred brand of lipstick, stretched across her face whenever she looked at him.
>It was inexplicable, they hadn't even talked
>Yet...
>He was so different
>Perhaps it was simply the mystery of the unknown
>Perhaps it was because he had never bullied her, had never even talked to her...
>There was something about him that resonated within her
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>She was staring again
>You noticed it out of the corner of your eye
>She always stared at you, a smile on her face
>She was laughing at you, of course.
>You knew there could be no other explanation.
>What would she smile at you for?
>The both of you had yet to exchange a word
>You flipped a page, and bit into your sandwich
>Tuna. Gross.
>You glanced up again, turning your attention away from your book for the time being
>She was still smiling
>The girl next to her was telling her something
>Laughing at you, no doubt
>The school freak
>You couldn't take it anymore
>Her fucking smile wouldn't go away, even if you didn't look at her
>Your book snapped shut and was quickly stored away in your backpack
>You threw the rest of your lunch away in a nearby trashcan, and hightailed it out of the lunchroom.
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>He was leaving
>She let a frown crease her forehead, though, only a small one
"Is everything alright, Rarity?"
>She turned her head to look at her friend, if she could actually call her that
>The girl talking to her, a concerned look on her face, had been the start of her bullying
>She let the frown go
"Yes, yes of course, darling."
>She turned away, now unconcerned.
>Rarity bit her lip in thought
>The girls next to her, surrounding her, had made her feel worthless. Pathetic.
>Yet despite that, she was too bound by her life and personality
>So she suffered in silence, surrounded by snakes
>She felt like she didn't have any friends, despite being surrounded by those that claimed to be hers
>She twiddled her thumbs absentmindedly.
>It was true what they said
>Feeling alone in a crowd was even worse than being alone
>And she was
>Despite her glamour, popularity, even her beauty
>It was all fake
>They had tormented her, true
>But now they were doing something even worse
>They made her feel what she was
>Alone.
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>You were back in your sanctuary.
>The closet, full of the harsh scent of chemicals
>cobwebs in every corner
>crowded, barely big enough for two people
>Yet it was all you had
>It was yours, and yours only.
>That's how you liked it
>At least, that's what you told yourself.
>You breathed in the deeply. The familiar scent of the chemicals burning your nose and throat.
>You think back to the cafeteria
>She's on your mind again.
>It seems she always is.
>You can feel your heart race whenever you think of her
>Her soft, porcelain skin, Flawless.
>The smile she has, even when she was laughing at you.
>You close your eyes, relaxing in the silence and stillness of your closet.
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>She stood outside of the closet, a hesitant look on her face.
>Her hand rested on the knob
>Her feet shifted nervously
>This was it
>She was going to do it
>She was going to march in there
>Apologize
>And demand he come sit with her in the lunchroom
>Yet...
>Rarity took her hand off the knob
>Who the hell was she trying to fool?
>She was fake
>All of her
>From her smile, to her face covered in makeup
>She was a clown without the big red nose.
>A jester that danced to the strings of other's tunes, for that was her life.
>Rarity turned away, a grief-stricken look on her face
>She schooled her features
>The girls were waiting for her
>She couldn't keep them waiting
>It would be rude.
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>The sun shone brightly, covered partially by fluffy, white clouds
>The football field was in full swing, re-purposed for the celebratory day
>You take it all in, hunched over in between a pair of boys
>In a neat, orderly line. Rank and file
>Your eyes scan the crowd. So far no sight of your parents, but that was to be expected
>Your eyes drift up to the stage in front of you, less than fifty feet away.
>Graduation day
>You had never felt so many emotions
>Sadness
>The best years of your life, or so they say, were over
>what a depressing thought
>Anger
>At the very men and women you stood in between
>Trepidation
>There was no way to tell what was going to happen after
>Your parents were successful, yes, but you were hardly like them.
>Regret
>She stood several people in front of you
>She wasn't laughing with her friends, nor looking around for her loved ones
>She was simply staring straight ahead.
>Despite being covered in a black robe, her hair hidden mostly under her graduation cap, she was still beautiful
>Yet you had not approached her
>What would you say? Without sounding desperate and creepy, that is
>You blew out a breath through your nose
>Soon you would graduate, and leave this school
>She would be gone from your life
>And you would get back to the way you lived life before.
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>Rarity stared dispassionately at the back of the head in front of her
>She couldn't believe she had actually made it
>Graduation day
>There could be no more special event in her life at the moment
>Though that thought couldn't spare her
>She had been a fool
>She had squandered the chance she had been given
>Rarity had never approached him
>Never sought true, genuine friendship
>Never been genuine in her entire life.
>It made her angry, so unbearably angry with herself
>She wanted to cut the strings that bound her
>Yet when the opportunities came, she had never taken them
>Like a fool.
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>There would be no redemption for the one who did not take their chance
>She bit her tongue to stop the tirade that threatened to leave her
>Rarity shuffled forward with the crowd
>A doll among the crowd.
>There was a bitter taste in her mouth when she imagined it
>Her urge to spit, to try and clear the taste, was staved off by her image
>As much as she wanted to change...
>She couldn't
>She couldn't change
>Doomed to a life of a porcelain doll
>forever to sit on her shelf, and watch others play
>Rarity's face screwed up into a grimace for a moment
>She was pathetic
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>You had just graduated.
>After hands had been shook
>greetings from barely acquaintances
>and a feeling of dread.
>You had left the football stadium moments after receiving your diploma
>The party you had hoped would be thrown was instead replaced with what you were used to
>an empty house
>You had never felt more alone, despite four years of ridicule, than you did at this moment.
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>She fixed her hair in the mirror without a thought
>It was nearly robotic in it's actions now
>Yet despite that, it had always brought her joy
>Not this time
>She couldn't get the thought of her friends out of her mind
>They had bid her farewell at around two am, after a party filled with the debaucheries of youth
>Even with the party Rarity had accepted that there was nothing that could be done
>She was alone, now
>The porcelain doll set up on the shelf
>Never to be touched
>Always pointed at, called pretty, and left alone once more
>She pulled a strand of hair through her brush one final time, and stared at herself in the mirror
>Perfect, as always.
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>Her scent intoxicates you
>The sweet smell of lavender and lilacs drifts to your nose as you hold her close
>Finally, the both of you had reconciled
>She liked you back
>You brush back her hair, gently so as not to disturb the carefully coiffed mane
>You felt it filling your being
>Happiness
>It radiated from your heart, a soft, soothing burn spreading through your body
>You close your eyes in contentment
>You two are embraced on her couch
>Nothing lewd, just a hug between friends.
>Friends.
>You smiled at the thought
>The very idea of it made the world a little brighter
>Rarity pulled away from you, her lips slightly pursed.
>"Anon..."
>You were trying to respond
>But your breath caught in your throat
>She was gorgeous
>And then
>You wake up.
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>You heart pounded in your chest as you sat up
>It was dark out still
>Barely past midnight, you guessed
>Your mind lingers on the dream
>It had felt so real
>You had actually felt her in your arms
>Saw her with your own eyes
>You looked to the other side of the bed
>A stack of pillows, vaguely in the shape of a human
>The thing you sleep with at night
>It didn't compare to a real, human body
>But it was the best you had
>You rubbed at your forehead, trying to get her image out of your mind
>A growing sense of bitterness filled your mouth
>Just face it, you told yourself, you're a no-name
>A loser
>How would a girl like that ever bother with a guy like you?
>You laid back down
>Though you wouldn't get much sleep
>She was still on your mind