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.

"You don't have to be with me here", I say quietly, my voice trailing off.

I shake myself out of the trance I was in. I straighten up and look at my friends.

"I can do this myself. I don't want you guys to have to clean up blood. That's sick. Go upstairs. I-I can do it by myself".

Applejack raised an eyebrow.

"What's the matter??", she asked. "Why the sudden change of thought??. We can handle it".

I knew she'd say that. Too stubborn. That was a thing we all shared. Stubbornness. It pissed me off sometimes at just how stubborn Applejack could be. If she had her mind set on a decision, almost noone could change her mind. It was rare that I could get her to change her mind. But I guess not today.

I realized I hadn't said anything back.

"It's just........It's don't want you guys to have to do this", I said.

I motioned around at the place.

"This is scary, even for me".

I thought about what I said. Of coarse it's scary for me. I'm the one getting beat and whipped in here".

I snicker, folding my arms. I roll my eyes.

"Of coarse it's scary for me", I say outloud. "I'm the one who's getting beaten in here all the time. Stupid".

"You're not stupid", Applejack suddenly said.

I look at her, frowning. Applejack had her arms crossed, a serious look in her face.

"Of coarse I'm stupid", I say rolling my eyes. "But that's not important. I need to get started. So go wait for me upstairs".

"No", Twilight said. "We can stay. We can handle it".

Applejack and Pinkie look at me and nod. I guess I have no choice.

"Fine", I said in defeat. "But let's get started right away. Grab a scrub and start on the floor".

I walk over to where the cleaning supplies were. I pick up a rag and cleaning spray. I walk over to the bench of tools. I mentally harden my mind and pick the first item. A blood stained knife.

I clean of the blood. I can hear the girls talking behind me. I try to focus on the task at hand. My eyes stay glued to blade, as the rag wiped off the stains, making the blade shine. It looked so...... tempting.

My heart raced in my chest at the thought. A burning sensation spread on my wrist. My mind went numb. I stared at the blade, seeing my reflection.

Should I??. It wouldn't hurt anyone. My dad was so gonna kill me. Just one tiny cut. The girls wouldn't find out and I'd be able to concentrate. Just one little light scratch. Nothing deep. Just enough to make some beads of blood come out. I needed it.

Suddenly hands were gripping my wrists. The knife was pulled out of my hand. I look up to see Applejack, Pinkie, and Twilight standing there. Applejack was holding my wrists tightly in her hands.

"What??", I ask.

How did they know I was about to do it??. Did I do something and I just wasn't aware of it?.

"How did you.....".

"You turned around with the knife in yur hand", Applejack explained, her voice quiet. "You dropped the rag an' stared at the blade. You were sayin' 'Just one cut. The girls will never know. Just one cut'".

Applejack looked at my wrists then at my face.

"Ya had a look in yir eyes when you were looking at the knife. Ah knew right away what you were thinkin'. Thank goodness we snapped ya out of it".

I stare at my wrists.

"I wasn't going to kill myself", I said. "It was just one small cut. Nothing major".

"No Rainbow. Doesn't matter. Ah'm not lett'n ya hurt churself. Ya don't need it".

I nod, not looking at her. I did need it. I craved it. I could feel my anxiety rise. My only anxiety reducer was gone and out of reach and I was gonna go crazy.

"I do need it".

I rip my hands out Applejack's hands. I rub my wrist nervously. The burning continued. I needed to cut. I needed to.

"Yes I do", I say.

"No".

Applejack reaches out and takes my hands in hers. Her hands are soft and warm. I feel her giving my hands a light squeeze.

"Ya don't. Just take a deep breath an' let it out".

I did as told. Closing my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath. I hold for two seconds then breathed out. It was relaxing. After a few short breaths, I felt my anxiety go away. Little by little, I felt the need to cut go away as I look up at Applejack. Her green eyes captivated me, holding my eyes hostage. I was unable to look away. I didn't want to.

She smiled. I felt my heart flutter. She was smiling at me. It felt like the sun was warming me up when she smiled.
"Feel better??".

I nod. She pulled in for a hug, her arms wrapped around my waist, away from the wounds on my back. I hug back, burying my head in her shirt.

I breathe in her scent. She smelled like fresh air and grass. Like summer. It was my new favorite scent. I always liked the way she smelled. It was relaxing.

Of coarse the hug had to end. I didn't want it to but all good things must come to and end. I look up at her. Applejack smiled at me.

"Better??".

I nodded. Then I remembered the work we had to get done.

"Yeah. Let's get back to work".

We got back to work. Applejack stayed with me, to make I wouldn't try anything again I guess. But I wasn't complaining. Me and her got it done faster. So that was one thing done.

Putting down the whip, I picked up the rag and turned around.

I let out a breath.

"Done".

I look at Twilight and Pinkie, who were scrubbing the floors. I look at Applejack.

"Let's go help them", I say.

Applejack nodded. We walk over to the two, grabbing a scrub brush. I knelt down.

I was about to dunk it into the bucket, when the door bursted open. I look up, nearly jumping out of my skin. I heard footsteps quickly coming down the steps.

Rarity and Fluttershy walked in, panicked looks on their faces.

"We saw a car pull up in the driveway", Fluttershy said.

I gasp. "Was it black??".

They nod. Oh no. This was bad. This was very VERY bad. My dad was home early.

I got to my feet.

"My dad is home. You've gotta hide, now".

I look around. I suddenly heard footsteps up on the floor above. I had to think fast. If my dad saw them here, someone would die. I knew that for a fact.

I look over at a closet nearby. It was the closest spot for them.

"In the closet", I said, grabbing Applejack and Twilight.

I led the girls to the closet. Opening the door, I had them get in. They huddled together, sitting on the floor.

"Twilight", I said. "Use your magic to turn you guys invisible".

Suddenly I heard the basement door open.

"Teleport out of here", I whisper, fear in my voice.

"We won't leave ya alone with him", Applejack whispered back.

I sigh.

"Fine But don't make a sound and stay here till I say it's safe", I whisper in a rush.

"Be careful", Applejack said.

We made eye contact for a split second.

"I love you guys", I whisper.

"We love you too", Twilight said back.

I close the door, turning around. I leave the door open a little so they could breathe and see what going on. It was kinda small in the closet. I hurry over to the bucket and knelt down, immediately starting to scrub. My heart was racing. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. I slow my scrubbing.

I knew that when I looked up, he'd be right there. This was scarier than any horror jumpscare game ever.

I looked up and froze. My blood ran cold. I felt like I was going to be sick, my stomach flipping in fear.

My dad stood there, arms crossed. He didn't look happy.

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