Hello again everypony, it's TheOmega1399. Today I have the next installment of The Sad Story of Me, and a little disclaimer: I've really wanted to write this story for a long time, because I feel kind of quiet in the community. I want my usual "grimdark" reputation to expand deeper into the more desperate, despairing parts of the mind and status quo. Please tell me how I'm doing if you have the time! It really makes my day!

Anyway, let's get back to the story.

The Sad Story of Me

A My Little Pony fan-fiction

By TheOmega1399

Chapter 3

What a great way to start out your day, am I right? Kicked in the side after finally standing up for yourself, just a perfect morning. I fell to my side a few feet away. It was obvious that the "hero" was another pegasus. Whoever the Hay they were, they were fast! I had felt a spine in my wing crack as their hoof collided with my side, great.

I began to stand up when I could only hear the breathing of the pegasus who kicked me. Their breathing was high pitched, was I kicked by a school-aged colt? I noticed that my back was kind of bent when I turned around, the pain made this unstoppable. I opened my eyes, breathing quickly and shallowly. At first I was light headed, my mane clung to my muzzle; I shook it off and took a glance at the pony who kicked me before she spoke. She.

I had been kicked by a blue pegasus filly. She was too old to be in school, but she sure as Hay wasn't a mare yet. I was at that age too, the age where you're too old to be in school, yet not fully "matured" to status quo. There was a weird color to this filly… She had a full rainbow of color in her mane, and magenta eyes, I almost instantly had a dislike for this pony.

I could tell just by the look in her eyes. Actions speak louder than words. Attack first, ask questions later. Judge the book by its cover to save time. Determination. I could only get one positive first glance before she started to speak.

"You need to get out of here or quit acting so evil, freak!" she yelled. Freak… That word brought pain that couldn't be described by words. Words can kill, history has proven that. That word will have its day where somepony does die from it. I felt anger inside me about to burst, as if a vent had been opened up in my chest and throat.

I never said much out loud, I'm the kind who thinks more than they speak. If I let all of my rage out with words, if I expressed my despair, it would pollute the air. I held back my rant as the resonance of a scream shook violently in my diaphragm. She started to speak again, only to be blotted out by the explosion.

I never knew that my voice, or anypony's voice for that matter, could come out so loudly. My statement was deafeningly clear, I even heard ringing in my ears after I had said it.

"I'M NOT EVIL."

As the group recoiled, I took my opportunity to burst into the air as fast as I could. Not looking back, not slowing down. I didn't seem to notice the feeling of my left wing snapping even more as I continued to fly. But my eyes knew. My eyes knew of not only the physical pain of my wing, but of the emotional pain I suffered as every memory came crashing back into me. I began to cry.

I crashed back onto my hooves outside of the town, not paying attention to my surroundings. I honestly didn't give a buck if anypony saw me crying this time. As long as they let me cry, I would live another day without wrapping a rope around my neck. I needed to leave. I needed to stay. I needed to cry. I needed to sing. I needed to just shut my damn muzzle. I needed a lot of things, but I knew that these were just desires that I thought were necessary.

I never really lost my emotions to the fire, I had just hidden them.

I had no clue how long I had sat there. Silently dropping tears onto the ground, my wing throbbing. My mane was stuck to my face, the red streaks in the front covering my eyes. I was probably a complete wreck to the pony I heard stop behind me. The sound of hooves stopped just a few feet away. Were they staring? Were they concerned? What was I thinking? Of course not.

Nopony in their right mind would care about a piece of trash in a field outside of their town. Maybe they would. Maybe they'd throw it away, maybe they'd throw me away. Throw me away? It could've been for the best had I never settled here in the first place. You're such an idiot, Emo Blaze. But the pony behind me just stood there, after about ten minutes I decided to speak up and break the silence.

"You're here to drive me out aren't you?" Silence. "You're here to tell me that I'm in the way? Where the buck are you going that you can't go around?" Silence again. I could tell they had recoiled at my language, profanity was very uncommon in this town. "Or are you here to laugh?" Silence on the other end. "You're here to make some kind of joke about me being weak? Stupid? Helpless? A lost cause? Well go ahead. I don't care anymore, just say it."

I've never heard a pony so quiet, I've never even spoken as quietly as she did. I had to tune in a million times to catch it. She spoke briefly, timidly, as if she were scared. From what I heard, I wish I had taken every accusation back. "Your wing…" She was referring to my broken wing, as if I needed help. As if I cared about my own wellbeing at this point.

"I know, it's fine. Why do you care? Aren't you ponies in this town too high above me to sweat a little broken wing?" I wanted to punch myself right then. I couldn't stop driving everypony away. I could tell I had offended her somehow, I couldn't take anything back after I had said it. She seemed to become even more quiet after my jab, "I don't think I'm better than anypony else, I was only wondering why you were hurt…"

Now I wanted to throw myself off of a cliff with my wings tied, how can I be cruel to somepony I know isn't like those other idiots? I sighed. "I'm sorry… I'm being a fool even though I don't know you. My wing is broken because I deserved it. You shouldn't worry about it." There was a pause. "Who are you?" I asked her. She spoke in that gentle voice a name that made almost too much sense. "M-my name… is… Fluttershy."

I finally knew somepony's name in this town, but I hadn't even looked at her yet. I wasn't going to turn around. I didn't deserve the simple conversation that I was going to end, let alone a glance at the pony I was talking to.

I got up. "Fluttershy… You have a beautiful voice. I'm sorry that I probably won't hear it again. Bye… Oh, and I'm Emo Blaze." With that I started trotting, full speed, to the shack I had settled in. I needed to leave, and I needed to leave as soon as possible.

To be continued…

Well everyone, this is where the story really begins. Nightmares, idiosyncrasies, fears, friendships, adversaries, and most of all? Pain.

But I wanted to get something settled before I go further with the story: My opinion on the ages and "age range" of the characters. I'm using an analysis by Digibrony as my base, as it makes complete sense. Now:

(LONG THEORY AHEAD)

The mane three age ranges of pony society are foals, fillies and colts, then mares and stallions. Then there are the places in between, which are:

"School-age" fillies and colts

"Mature" fillies and colts

"Young" mares and stallions

And "Elder" mares and stallions.

(These are not official names, I just felt that they were appropriate.)

I believe that the mane six would fall under the "mature fillies" area, due to obvious childish characteristics and traits. Then there's the fact that not all of them live on their own yet (Pinkie Pie and possibly Rainbow Dash, Applejack doesn't count because she lives with her family on the farm. This is her work and land, it's self-explanatory.). Which would put them in their mid to late teens. But there's also the factor of differences between pony society and human society (since Cheerilee was in Rarity's class).

Also, there's proof of the "places in between" theory in the My Little Pony app. I recently won Snails in the balloon-pop game (Meh.). I got bored and eventually read his bio, which read "Snails is a school-age colt unicorn who is often seen with his friend, Snips." So this does have a background. As for the in-between places for mares and stallions: I'm using the "Friendship is Witchcraft" statement that Shining Armor is a stallion. If he's a stallion, he's pretty young compared to the "priest" pony with the pipe Cutie Mark.

I'm not going to say specific ages in this story, but I'll just give the range of 15-19 years old. Now please remember, I have my opinion so...

Oh yeah, this is also complete opinion. So you don't have to worry about that clop-fic you've been writing.

(END OF THEORY)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Stay dark.