The vision ended, but in place of that.... There was another vision.

"How are you?" The female pony asked. She beamed, full of happiness. I couldn't bring her down with me... I hated that question that she always asked me: "How are you?" Because honestly, I wasn't good, or okay, or fine. I was broken. I was unneeded, unimportant, and pointless. I was nothing but pain in ponies lives. They hated me, and I hated me too.

I looked at the ground. I wanted to commit suicide. Every part of me wanted to, except my spirit... My mind was screaming: "DO IT!" But, that wasn't new. I was used to it. My mind screamed that phrase, every second, or every day.

"I'm fine." I stated, my voice quiet and shaky. I didn't look up, I avoided eye contact, and I tried my best to pretend I was happy.

The female pony looked at me with concern. "I'M FINE DOESN'T MEAN I'M FINE, WHAT'S WRONG!?" She shouted, but with care.

My ears fell backwards due to the loud noise. I began to look up, but instantly I knew I made a mistake... I had a choice to make: I could either look halfway up, and quickly look back down, signalling that something was definitely wrong... Or... I could look up at her, and I could break down, cry, and shake. Now, which one to pick? None. Please, just let me die. I don't want to look up, but I've already started-

At the time I realized that they both had the same outcome, my eyes were already staring into hers...

The tears, they formed. They formed quickly, and they burned. I kept it in, but I quivered. My walls were up, but my tears came prepared with weapons- They also knew how to climb.

I was now crying.