My eyes didn't even close, I didn't even flinch for the knife. I was ready for it... I deserved it, and I wasn't backing away. I was ready to endure the pain and suffering, because I deserved it. I was ready to die, and I deserved it... But wait- No, not death, pain. Death stops the pain... I needed to suffer... Why did the knife not go into me? Why didn't I suffer? Whom stopped my suffering?

"I won't let you hurt her!" Stood a pony in front of me, his arms blocking me from anything. I was pretty much hiding from view-sight. Wait- It was the same male voice...

The pony looked at the male protective pony, and laughed. He realized that he had no weapon and ran out.

A flash of light, and then I was put into another vision.

I was sitting there, and I was in some sort of a structure. It seemed like fabric? It didn't take me long to figure out that I was sitting in a tent, atop of a bunch of random pillows, blankets, and other comforting things. I faced a female pony, and I felt like my emotions were pouring out. Like every word I had wanted to say to her, was being said... I felt like I was telling her everything.

I sighed, and finished my last words. I trembled, and I shook. I felt tears coming along as they usually did... I couldn't let them out- No, please don't cry in front of her... No. But my tears didn't listen.

The female pony looked like her heart broke for me. Why? Why would her heart break for me, out of all ponies? She tackled me in a hug, and pulled me closer holding me. She didn't dare let go, either...

And there the tears poured.