"This Woodsy's been worn one too many a time
All covered up in pollution and grime
He gave a hoot for what its worth
Now it's time for him to return to the earth
You must destroy, oh you must destroy
Beyond all recognition
You gotta burn him down, you gotta burn him down
Beyond all recognition, mmm mmm mmm
Kids have given me lots of hugs
As I lead the charge against litter bugs
Now it's time to set fire to it all
Following forest service protocol, hey."
Destroy. Destroy.
That's all she did, all she could muster. The room was wrecked, no one could even live there anymore. Anything the pebbles made would be demolished. Spinel liked taking her anger out on objects. She hated that she loved it. It was an odd obsession. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy.
The hatred in her heart-shaped gem was excessive, striking out at anyone who looked her way.
This was now common. Expected. Like everyone around her saw it coming. No one tried helping her? Why? You know the answer, she doesn't take visitors very kindly.
Anyone who made it in would see thousands of shattered pebbles and multiple broken items. The room was broken. Yet, she stayed there anyway.
Spinel was sitting on a pile of rubble, staring outside of the balcony from her supposed 'trash throne.' She deserved that throne, after all. That's all she was, right? She jumped down and looked at the door. She hadn't left in days on end. What would anyone who saw her say when they did? Attack her? Push her back in? Run? Cower? Council? She didn't know the answer. The thoughts scared her. She thought too much. Her ears were bleeding daily. She heard too much crashing, too much sound, too many thoughts. It was too much stress, too much anxiety, too much NOISE.
She wanted to be rid of it. She broke the door down in anguish, the tall doors cracking, debris falling all around her. She let out a wail of desperation. Who she was calling to, no one knows. She didn't know why she screamed. Was she hit? Yes, yes she was.
She was impaled by a falling debris. She didn't feel any major pain. All she wanted was this to be finished. Pain closing to an end. But it never came. She was hearing too much, feeling too much. She just started crying in loud anguish and pain. She was laying in a pool of her own magenta-pink blood. It soaked her soft, elegant fur. Her claws scraped the stone floors to relieve pain. She heard footsteps. Likewise, she heard everything. Felt everything. It was too much to handle. She then heard voices. Loud, loud voices.
"What was that noi-- OH STARS! SPIN-- -- -- --" everything went dark.
She woke up in a much neater room, groaning from pain. She looked behind her. The rock was gone, formerly plunged inbetween her shoulder blades and neck. It hurt to move, but her stretchy body could easily look around. Little did she know, she had her claws over her face and was clawing her fur off in stress. She winced. She stood up, wobbly. She looked around the room. It was a pinkish tinted room. It looked like her room, less red, more pinkish white. She looked outside, it had a balcony as-well. She felt like she was going insane. She could hear voices from all over the palace. It was too much. She had pure fear and panic in her eyes. Anyone could see that. She was on the ground, bleeding from her ears, panting. She was clawing at herself, she didn't want to do that, but she couldn't do anything about it. It was like there was something possessing her. She was screaming in many different wails. She heard the footsteps of the many gems walking in the room, weapons out as if there was a monster in there. She looked at them desperately, vision very fuzzy and blurry. She was DONE. Done with this hellhole. She wanted OUT. She extended her claws to the longest point. She grabbed her ears and ripped them off, screaming in pain and agony. She didn't rip either of them off fully. Her left ear's tip was ripped off, and her right ear was torn in half, only a spiky yet fluffy looking mountain on the right side. "TOO MUCH NOISE!" She screeched. She was bleeding from her mouth aswell now. She felt herself growing in size now. She had no idea, except that she was done. Done with everything. She wanted no part in anything right now. She looked down at the cowering yet defensive gems below her. She was... a monster.