After the sound of the bell, all of the fillies and colts ran back into their classes, eager to learn something new.  Everypony ran past a filly without giving her a second glance.  They were running so fast, they didn't bother to pay any attention to her color, or her facial expression.  Her facial expression was that of sadness.  Pure sadness.  

Most know this little filly to be Diamond Tiara.  She was one of those spoiled, rich girls that seem to be everywhere in today's society.  Not your society.  Not that petty little system known as the government.  Not a society that's plagued by war, pollution, distrust, and hate.  I'm talking about a system that has a ruler.  A kind ruler, a gentle ruler.  It's more close to perfection than anything else in your world.  But I'm ahead of myself right now.  We shall return to the subject at hand.  

Diamond Tiara never had a sad face.  Nopony has ever seen someone like her cry.  Most found it surprising.  They thought that Diamond Tiara would've cried whenever her father didn't let her get something she desired, but no.  She's gotten everything she ever wanted.  There was never anything that she didn't recieve from her parents.  They evetually came to the conclusion that Diamond Tiara could never cry no matter what.  But they were wrong.  

You see, when there is so much discord between two ponies, then something happens to one of them.  It could be completely random if both ponies share the same traits, but it's usually the one that is more evil than the other.  The one that shares the attributes to a hero and isn't a complete snob usually gets a much better fate than the other one.  The hero (yeah, the hero, let's go with that.) recieves something he/she always desired.  In this case, Apple Bloom would recieve her cutie mark in defeating a little mutant such as Diamond Tiara.  And that's what happened here.  Apple Bloom finally got her cutie mark.  It depicted a first place medal.  Victory.  As for Diamond Tiara... well, she lost her cutie mark.

Now there's nothing saying that she can't regain her cutie mark, but nopony knew that at the time.  Instead, they assumed that Diamond would never get another cutie mark in her entire life.  They teased her for it.  At first, it seemed like only petty insults were going to be used, but it escalated rather quickly.  Words were said, judgements were made, and pain was inflicted.  

The events that happened at the playground are unimportant, so I'm going to go leave what happened to your imagination.  I'll skip right to the bathroom.  But the first thing that you should know is that Diamond Tiara had a tough life.  Her mother constantly beat her when she was younger, and her father did nothing but stand there and watch her own daughter cry.  A year later, her mother left them both.  Diamond's dad didn't really pay much attention to her after that.  A couple hello's and talks about certain subjects were all she had gotten from him.  She had constantly did things to gain his attention, like bully other ponies, run a school newspaper printing company, or anything else that she could possibly do, but her dad still didn't pay any attention to her.  He would just get drunk whenever his daughter did something bad.  

Right now, Diamond Tiara is sitting in an empty bathroom, and sobbing to herself.  She wiped away the blood from some wounds that some colts gave her with a wet paper towel, and wiped away her own tears.  After everything was cleaned up and thrown away, including her own tiara, she sat on the top of a toilet seat and cried.

Terrible thoughts of suicide raced through her own mind.  'Would anyone even miss me?  Would my father even show up to the funeral?'  She shuttered as the tempature started to drop.  

'What if... what if I take their lives.  What if instead of inflicting pain to me,'  Her voice began to get deeper, like something inside her was dying to come to light.  'I'd inflict pain on them.'  

Happier thougts began to form in her mind when she heard the door to the bathroom open.  Diamond stopped breathing right then.  She thought it was somepony coming in just to go to the bathroom.  A sadistic smile emerged on her face.  This would be her first victim.  

Her smile slowly faded from her face when she noticed that these hoofsteps weren't those of a little filly, they were of a stallion.  She started to cry silently, for her first wish was about to come true.  She kind of wanted to die, but she didn't want to die at the hands of another

The stallion started to walk towards the stall that Diamond Tiara was in, but he gave it a miss.  She made her first mistake by letting out a sigh of relief.  The stallion stopped in his tracks, and began to back track to the occupied stall.  The door opened slowly.  Diamond started to formulate a plan in her head.  

Her plan was to kick the lights of the stallion, then run away.  As the door came to a stop, Diamond abandoned her plan, for she knew that it  would do any good.  She stopped to stare at him.  He was a completely black unicorn.  There was no color to be found on this thing.  He was bald, and his ears seemed to hide perfectly if you looked at him in the correct way.

He didn't seem to have a mouth, but he spoke anyway.  "I understand that you are sad."  His voice was bone-chilling, but soothing at the same time.  It didn't make sense in Diamond's head, but she didn't care.  

"Y-y-yes."  Diamond said.  The stallion wiped away a tear from her face.  "I know what you are going through, believe me I do.  That's why I offer you this choice."  

"A choice?"  The pink filly asked.  

"Yes.  You were already pondering this before I interrupted."  A dark grey light formed around his dark horn, and something appeared right in front of his face.  He let the object fall to the ground.  She stared at it in disbelief.  It was a freshly sharpened knife.  She looked up, but the stallion had disappeared.  After wondering where the man had gone, she heard his voice in her ear.  

"Take the knife.  Take your own life, or take their's."  The voice ceased talking.  Diamond stared at the knife, then picked it up.  "Your choice."