Rainbows are for Fillyfoolers

by Flying Sky High

This is a dark story of Rainbow Dash's life, and her struggles as a fillyfooler. WARNING. BRUTAL. It is brutal to show the real meaning of pain. Mature only. I do not own My Little Pony, Hasbro and Lauren Faust do.

1. Chapter 1

Rainbows Are For Fillyfoolers

by SkyHigh, help from whattheydonttellus

a/n: this story is meant to be sad. If it is not sad, and you do not cry, pm me! I will take all advice. For those that are soft hearted, there will be an alternate ending.

This is not my first fanfic, but I am a novice. Please, constructive criticism. All is welcome!

Chapter 1: The Victim

Rainbow Dash sat in her chair, her head resting in the insides of her elbows, staring out her window, watching the ponies below.

They trotted about, being friendly, every waking moment of their days were a joy. Joy. Happiness; they had never known pain. They are pristine, thought Dash, pristine.

A thousand thoughts swam about her head, surfacing for a second or two, then switching out with another. I was- no, AM a victim of bullying. Why does that sound so weak? Why am I so weak? What makes one weak...? She argued with herself, a one sided conversation. Then, a thought broke the surface that made her cringe, wince, want to shrivel up and die... her past. All of it. There was no 'one thought' that she couldn't get away from; the thought she cringed at was all of her past. Even the good times.

I should not have been so happy, she scorned herself. I deserved to be solemn, angry, diffused...

She WAS diffused, broken; she was uncontrollably broken. The kind of broken that does not mend. The kind that means shards everywhere, pieces so small they resemble powder.

The thought took advantage of her memories, playing like a film through her eyes, as if she sat, bolted to a seat, waiting for the pain.

And the pain came, loyal to its host, the kind of mental pain no one knows to exist. All of those times Dash sat at her table, tears pouring down her face, the searing sound of her sobbing ripping through the walls of her house, and her skull. She heard weeping, screaming, and the sound of a silent, tearless breakdown. Pain, the sound of nature. Nature is pain, she thought. Life is pain. Is it not, is it all played out to end in an applause? So what happens... if I miss the applause?

a/n: Alright. It was a very short chapter, because I have to start somewhere, right?

more chapters coming sooner. Er. Yeah.