Rainbows Are For Fillyfoolers: Chapter 2: The Past
A/N: Ok, this chapter will be longer, average. No worries, and if you have suggestions, please PM me, I love you all anyway, but that will make me very happy.
Enjoy... or not.
Rainbow helplessly delved into her past, her agony, her days of pain she had awaited the recurrence of for years.
She was a young filly, her spectrum-reflecting mane fuzzy and cute, her eyes big, full of wonder. She sat in a classroom, full of other young fillies her age. Around twelve, eleven years old.
The room was small, small enough to fit about twenty students, and the air was muggy. Rainbow sat at her desk, her chin in her hooves, applying no attention to the teacher. She ranted on and on about life in the 1800s, something Dash would never care about, nor would she ever think about it again, until now.
The bell suddenly rang, making her jump.
"Oh my god, what a pussy."
"What've yooou been snorting, little tweaker?"
"God damn, I bet it's that fucking faggy rainbow mullet, huh, Bon Bon?"
Rainbow sunk into her seat.
As the other students walked out.
The teacher said nothing, and Dashie just sat there, staring at the desk.
When she finally got the nerve to walk to her next class, the bell had already signaled its start.
The halls were, of course, Still crowded with ponies, and when they saw Rainbow, they looked away, suddenly uncomfortable.
A group of colts walked past her, and one of them heaved a whispered word, "Dyke" out of the corner of his mouth.
A group of mares stood by someone's locker, and two or three of them said "Hey, look, it's Fagbow Quash!"
The whole school knew her as the gay pegasus that hated everyone.
She didn't hate everyone; she only hated the ponies who made a big deal of making fun of her.
And that was a lot.
Every day was like a sharp stick, poking her in the ribs every time someone looked in her direction.
One day, as she was leaving school, she noticed someone looking at her from a distance. She stopped and waved, hoping it was somepony who she could make friends with.
The other pony made a face, a confused, discusted face, and looked BEHIND Dash.
Behind her was a colt, looking at the other pony, across the road.
Dash looked down, at her hooves, and slowly walked home.
When she got close to her house, she started to fly. She loved flying; it was rather relaxing. She loved the feeling of wind on her face, she loved the sound of it. It was her world, the sky was her home. She just wanted to stay up there forever, but she eventually reached her house. She knocked on the door, a few times, then, when no one answered, she sat outside, waiting.
A minute passed.
Two.
Thirty.
An hour passed, and she had screamed and banged on the door as many times as her little hooves would let her. She plopped down on the porch- and started to cry.
She never really was the kind for crying, even when she was afraid or hurt. But this time, she was so broken, she could never be mended. She wailed, tears of hate and fear and sadness and shame spilled over her cheeks and onto the ground, the wetness dripping down her arms as she went to wipe them off. But, as she wiped them away, more came, and she just shut her eyes and cried. For the longest time, and she was alone.
She fell asleep, shivering in the cold, outside the house on her porch, dried tears streaking her face. The night went on.
The next morning, Rainbow awoke in a bed. Her own bed, and she wondered if her parents had found her outside. Her eyes felt dry, and it was a little painful to blink. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and wiped her face with her hooves.
She stood up. She looked in the mirror.
'Am I that repulsive?'
She guessed so.
She turned away from it, her image, and walked into the kitchen. She opened a cupboard and poured herself a bowl of Pony 'Os, and some milk.
She ate happily.
Until she remembered- that she had to go to school.
She immediately stopped eating. She frowned; she shook in fear.
"F...f...fuck."
She readied her saddlebags, with her useless books and papers, and opened the door. She could see tear stains on the porch still. She locked the door, and flew off.
She arrived at school, not late at all, the bell rang two minutes later.
For weeks, the small pony went by this schedule. Awaken, eat, leave, get a verbal beating, come home, cry, sleep, repeat.
How repugnant her days as a filly were.
For those weeks were hell, and no other week was different, throughout her whole life.
She kept noticing another pony, an earth pony, from across the room. She felt warm inside when she looked at her face, her mane, the way it was tied at the bottom. She had an orange coat, and her eyes a sparkling green. She also had the cutest little hat atop her head, a tattered old leather one. Her cutie mark was three red apples, Dash's was a cloud with a three colored lightning bolt protruding from it. She loved it.
The orange pony was beautiful, even when she sneezed. Even her sneeze was... cute, Rainbow thought. Actually, it was the cutest sneeze she had ever heard, a small "tss" and a lot of blinks. Her laugh, when somepony told a joke in class, was the sound of pure happiness. Rainbow Dash couldn't get over her.
Applejack, that was her name.
The bitch that sat behind Dash, Lyra, kept poking a pencil at Rainbow's flank when she noticed her looking at AJ, and every time, she'd whisper, "I heard you like strapons" or "I haven't seen you with your dildo around lately. Did you store it up that bony ass of yours, Fagbow?"
One day, in science, she was sitting on her stool, carefully dripping hydrochloric acid on some sulphur, in order to complete a lab.
Lyra bent over, and smacked the beaker, spilling HCL all over Dash's belly and marehood, the chemical streamed down her legs, and then the burning started.
She screamed, a peircing, high-pitched scream that was a mix of pain, anger, and surprize. She ran to the emergency shower, and turned it on.
She let the water wash over her skin, the burning dying down.
But then, a very satisfied pony perked up.
"Ooh, hey look, everyone, it's Fagbow... Taking a shower. Mmm, hot, huh ... Applejack?"
Applejack was taken by shock. "What? Ah don't... I... what? Why would I..." she blushed. The rest of the class "oooed" at this, Applejack got up and ran out, crying.
Rainbow looked at the still swinging door, then back to Lyra. Then she looked at herself, then at the broken glass on the floor. The room was a mess, and she would make it worse.
"So, Lyra, I wonder why you were thinking about me in the shower."
"I wasn't, dipshit," she scoffed.
"You were though, because how would you have known to make such a bitchy joke if you hadn't thought about it?"
"I can't believe you would-"
But Dash was already swinging. Her fist whacked Lyra's cheekbone like a swinging hammer; Lyra fell off her chair... and into the broken glass, and the hydrochloric acid.
She was cut all over her back, and the HCL leaked into her wounds. She screamed in agony, and grabbed Rainbow's gead, slamming it down onto the table.
Rainbow heard a cracking sound, and she almost blacked out. But she lifted her arm.
She hit Lyra's bleeding face with a force that threw her head into the edge of the desk, and Lyra slumped over, unconcious.
Rainbow ran away, out of the school, and across the street. She ran for a long time.
When she was about to pass another street, she heard the sound of screeching wheels.
A series of cracking sounds, accompanied by sharp pain and shouts filled her mind. She heard "Oh my..."
Then she fell asleep.
A/N Ahh, the second chapter, and I cried while writing it. Because I'm a big softy, that's all. A special thanks to Whattheydonttellus for supporting me in writing this, thank you, and I will make the love piece clear soon. Soon. Thank you, all!