Soarin's out of my life for now. I felt free for a short while. That only lasted about a month though. Now it's back to hell.
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Fluttershy didn't keep her promise. I should thank her for that. She told Applejack and then it passed around the group. A teacher was walking around class when he caught Rarity talking to Twilight about it. I didn't feel alone when they helped me. I didn't feel betrayed.
It was difficult to open up to a teacher about Soarin. He got expelled and the information had destroyed his dreams of being a Wonderbolt. Spitfire talked to me, though I doubt she'll remember it in the future.
Fluttershy had started to come over more often to check in on me. I told her everything that had happened. Except for the things with my dad. Tch. He's not even a dad. I wish he was still the same.
When my dad got out of jail, somehow, he didn't come straight home. It took him about a month before he came back. At first he was gentle, apologetic, and caring. Just like he was before Mom died. But then he had started to drink again. When I asked him to stop, he hit me.
Fluttershy had asked where the bruise came from. I shrugged it off and told her that I fell. I don't think she believed it though.
After a few months of Dad being back, I started to cut again. The thoughts and memories of what he had said made me. He told me that I was useless and that I was responsible for Mom's death. When I cut, I felt in control. I wanted help, but I said that I didn't need it. I know that Mom would be watching, but I guess she knew what would happen in the future. I wish I was her.
I found myself falling for someone after a year. I was fifteen. Almost sixteen. The girl that I fell for was surprising. In my eyes, she was absolutely perfect. When she got bullied, I'd stand up for her. I hated seeing her hurt. I fell for the most unexpected person. Her name is Fluttershy.
She helped me through a lot and I don't think I'd ever be able to repay her. I wanted to keep my feelings a secret, but it was hard to. She was oblivious when I flirted with her in the beginning, but in time she began to realize what I was doing. Sometimes, she'd flirt back. That surprised me.
Fluttershy had even started to get involved when I cut again. I'd carve her name in my wrist sometimes. It wasn't ever deep enough to scar though. I called myself stupid for thinking she'd ever fall for me.
One night, I cut too deep. I only remember pain shooting up my arm and then complete darkness. I'm guessing Scootaloo walked in and called the ambulance. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. The white walls blinded me and different equipment surrounded me. Scootaloo made sure not to tell anyone about this; I asked her not to.
Dad left me alone for a while when I got out of the hospital. That didn't last long.
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I stared at the blood trickling down my arm. I couldn't help but smile. The pain felt nice. It was so addicting. The blade was my best friend and the only one that cared in my mind.
Now I was going to have to wear long sleeves to hide the cuts and scars. Not that I minded. As long as I still felt the pain I deserved, I was fine I suppose.
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Thanks for reading "K.O."! It means a lot that I can write stories/fanfiction that people enjoy.
For those of you who didn't know, "K.O." was the prequel to "Scars", so if you haven't checked "Scars" out yet and you'd like to, you're always welcome to do so :)
I'm also planning on writing little one-shots (isn't there a name for those..?) that relate to "Scars". I have no idea if my co-writer is going to be able to join in on those yet. I'm very sorry for being unable to reply to your comments, as I've been very busy. I will begin to respond again though, hopefully!
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~Tommie & Lynzie
