Keep on Skating (An appledash fanfic)

Chapter 13

Warning: may be triggering. Talks about cutting

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Rainbow's POV

I flick on the light. Light flooded into my eyes, making me wince for a second. I blink, my eyes adjusting to the light. I look around the room. My friends immediately gasped.

"Rainbow Dash", I heard Rarity say.
"What in the world is this place??".

Looking back at my friends, I could see horror all over their faces. Rarity looked like she was about to faint or something.

I bit my lip and looked around the room again, this time taking in the sight. It was cold, making goosebumps rise on my arms.

The room was like a nightmare come true. Somewhat dried blood on the floor. Chains hanging from the ceiling and on the concrete floor. I look around, taking a few steps foward. My eyes landed on a table. My dad's toy table, as he likes to call it.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I got closer. Standing in front of the table, I looked down at the devices that were laid on carefully on top of the wooden table. Blades, knives, a whip, a lighter, and a long rolled up piece wire were laid side by side.

Memories raced through my mind of all the times these things were used on me. I unconsciously reached a hand up to my back and slowly slid my hand under by shirt. I gently ran my hand over the welts on my back from the belt my used on me a few days ago.

"Rainbow??", I heard, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I blink, lifting my head. I lowered my hand and turned around. I saw the others looking at me, obviously worried and afraid of the sight of this hellhole. I pull on a grin and shrugged.

"Welcome to hell", I say, a fake cheery tone in my voice.

I giggle at the words.

The girls continued to look around. Though I wasn't affected by it, having been here all the time. You get use to the sight of the blood. My blood.

I walk over to them. Applejack looked around.

"What the hell is this??", she asked, motioning around to the room.

I shrug.

"My basement", I say simply. "The scariest place in the house".

I know I'm making it seem like all this is no big deal. It was a big deal. My blood is staining the floor for Pete sake. This is anything but okay. But I just kept on.

I sighed.

"Well", I say. "Think you guys can start scrubbing. I can clean the um.......".

I wasn't quite sure what as a nicer way of saying torture devices. How do you take the words "weapons that my dad uses on me" and make it so it doesn't seem that bad??.

"Tools".

That was more like it. Didn't sound that bad. Well, to me it didn't. Not sure about my friends. For all I know, they might be scarred by all this. I feel horrible that they have to be dragged into all this, because of me.

I bit my lip, having second thoughts of them being here. They shouldn't be here.

"On second thought", I say.

I look at the girls.

"Go upstairs and wait for me till I'm done".

Applejack looked at me, but I quickly look away from her. I rubbed my wrists nervously. My friends should have never found out about this. About my dad. They should have just remained clueless to the bruises and cuts and everything. I should have never told them about my mom and my cutting. They should have never found out. They shouldn't be here.