A Labrynth of Lies chapter 1.

I looked at the ground as they gathered around and laugh. Why me? Was it because I wasn't like them? Was it because I always messed up whatever I tried? Yes, and yes… Why won't they stop yelling…? Im just nothing in their eyes…. Oh god here comes another….

"Hey Dj! Are you gonna hide in your house all day again? You sorry loser! I should kill you right here!"

I could feel the hatred and tears welling up behind my eyes. It always happens… Why does it still hurt…?

"Hey what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

"I… I just…."

My voice trailed off, why can't I stand up for myself? The tallest of the group hit me, leaving a large mark on my face. I reached for my face where his fist landed, but I felt two large hands grab my arms and hold them behind my back.

"Yeah good idea! Hold him still while I beat him!"

I can't believe this…. I just want to know why they torment me…. Why am I their target? Why can't they bully Applejack… Or even Rarity….? My thoughts ended abruptly as a fist landed in my stomach, causing me to cough blood. After that came another fist, this time to my chin, then a third to my skull. I could hardly think but I forced out some words as my vision blurred.

"St… stop…."

"Oh look! He's gonna cry!"

They laughed more, and they looked like they were going to die laughing. One of the shorter guys walked up and put his hoof under my chin.

"Look, you worthless excuse for pony, if you don't kill yourself, we will tell the world about those horrible excuses for art, they are so terrible we thought you had seeing problems! you draw and sculpt like a filly!"

I couldn't hold it in anymore, tears streamed down my face and each breath of air could hardly reach my lungs before leaving again, only to be replaced by more struggling air. Those sculptures and drawings… They ARE my life, They looked horrible because… they were right, I can't see very well… My eyes are clouded and I can hardly see past my own hooves… Plus i have muscle issues…. I can't do anything properly without my muscles messing around. I continued to cry as the beating continued.

"Awwwwww do you want it to stop? c'mon beg for it, beg to your daddy!"

I wondered to myself, should I give up my pride and beg? It would get it to stop… I hope…. No, I will stand strong! I kept my mouth shut just hoping for my tormentors to get bored and walk away, they didn't. As each fist struck me, I felt a small part of me wanting to give in, it would have been so easy. I managed to speak once again, I ignored the blood flowing like a ruby river down my chin.

"Please…. Just stop this…."

The one who was beating me broke a nearby glass bottle into small pieces and placed one in my mouth. he hit my chest and it fell down my throat as i gasped for air. I felt the glass cut my lung and the big pony let go of me, and all I could hear was the first piny's voice.

"And don't get back up, BITCH"

The next thing i felt was gravel being kicked into my face, I wasn't worried about my sight because it was bad already. I forced myself to walk home, despite the pain. When I opened my door, I saw my teacher, Mrs. Cheerlie, sitting on the chair talking to my mother, what good could come of this….