Razor sat on the corner of his bed, the only light around him came from his horn...but alas, that was one of the only lights he ever saw. Razor was not simply illuminating his room, he was levitating a small, yet sharp razor blade, he used it daily, but no one ever saw the wounds because his special talent was healing. Well...Physical healing, he could never fully heal from what the stallions, colts, mares, and fillies say to him at school...awful things, and he knew tomorrow he'd have to go through it all again, he didn't want pain and suffering...but if all the other ponies he knew said so, than it must be true.

He wasn't special, he had no cutie mark...he wasn't the only pony though, AppleBloom, Scootaloo...and Sweetie Belle, all his age, were also tormented, but they had each other to comfort...Razor only had himself, sure he helped mares with their problems, but he had nopony to help him. His red hair flowed slightly as he opened his window, the wind numbed his pain...it was a luxury in the midst of hell...living hell. He stopped using his magic, the razor blade slipped back in the hole in his mattress, and he laid back onto his bed.

"Six months, then three years..." his voice, raspy as it was, trailed off into silence.

Razor was 14 years old, he was a freshman at Ponyville high school, which was supposedly the best time of a pony's life, was not for him. He fell into a deep, nightmarish sleep as he bled out onto his bed, he would have until 4:30 to sleep, four hours from now.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP

His alarm woke him, he looked down at his body, he looked at the exact spots where he cut...nothing, he was clean, all healed, there was no visible wounds, or even blood trail, nopony would have or would ever know about this, unless they looked at his sheets...they were soaked in blood...he has thirty minutes to wash them before his parents wake up.

He rushed to the washroom, and put his sheets into the washer, and set it to rinse...his parents accepted the fact he cleaned his sheets daily because he had once told them that he was a germophobe...that was a lie, he was a normal (Aside from his mental problems) pony.

After about twenty minutes, he heard his parents shuffling about in their bed, he had made his timing, the timer on the washer sounded, and he whisked his sheets back to his room. He had just covered the hole in his mattress when his father stopped in.

"Aye sport, sleep well?" his father asked sincerely, he was a kind, yet strong stallion. His father had a light brown coat and white hair, his Cutie Mark was a needle, he was a doctor at the Ponyville clinic.

"Yeah dad thanks!" Razor put on a fake smile, but his father smiled back, and left.

Next, as customary, his mother stopped by, she was a smaller mare, and she was also caring. She had a blue mane and a white coat, just like Razor, her Cutie Mark was a band-Aid, and she was a nurse at the local Ponyville clinic.

"Hey Ray..." Ray was his nickname for everypony to call him, "Did you sleep well, I heard you shuffling during the night."

"Yeah, just a bad dream mom, but thanks for asking." he said, he loved his parents.

She walked in fully and sat down across from him at the edge of his bed and asked,

"Would you like to tell me?"

"No...I can't remember, but I know it was bad." Truth be told, he couldn't remember his dream, but the shuffling was him last night...before he fell asleep.

"Alright honey," she pecked his forehead, "Have a good day, your father and I have to go early today."

"I will," he lied, he knew it would be awful, "You too!"

With that, she left the room and Razor was left alone in silence. He looked over at his clock, it read "5:45 a.m." he had about and hour until he left, so he decided to take a nap.

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Razor rushed to school, he had overslept by 15 minutes, he had to hurry if he was to make it in time for first block. As he sprinted onto the school grounds, he hear the bell, he ran right up to the front door, then casually walked in. As luck would have it...the first two ponies he walked in to were nopony else than Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara, two of the most stuck up, horrible ponies in school.

"Oh look Spoon, it's GayRay!" Diamond Tiara said, some of the other ponies around Razor laughed along with the two bullies.

"Hey GayRay, are you gonna cry now?" Silver Spoon teased, he was mad, pissed to be exact.

"Shut it Diamond! Shut it Spoon!" Razor yelled back.

"Leave him alone!" Razor head a voice come from nearby, but there was nopony to claim it.

"Who said that?" Diamond asked, looking around at the nearby ponies, nopony answered.

"Looks like somepony actually cares for GayRay!" Silver Spoon mocked.

"Spoon, you're wrong," Diamond Tiara said in a cold voice, everypony stared at her.

"What?" Silver Spoon was shocked, did Diamond just...

"Nopony cares for GayRay!" Diamond laughed, and as earlier, so did everypony else.

"Leave me alone!" Razor said, almost loud enough for other ponies to hear.

"What, you gonna cry GayRay?" Diamond teased.

Razor ran off, he ran nowhere, he just ran, he hated bullies, he hated school, and he hated his life.

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First Block, he had math, he was smart enough to never have homework, but the class still sucked, mainly because of certain ponies, not Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, but stronger, older ponies. First, he had Bent Steel, he was large, had a dark gray mane, and an even darker gray coat. His Cutie Mark was just a steel beam, nothing else. Second, he had a bully who went by an alias, nopony even knew his name, the alias was Bent, which hints the ponies he's "Bent". Bent was a large stallion, he had a brown coat, a green mane, and his cutie mark was a snapped twig.

A note hit him on the shoulder, he looked at where it landed, he levitated up the note read;

Look in your locker, there is something in there for you

"Probably a stupid prank." he shouldn't bother, but he had to go to his locker sometime today.

The class passed quickly, Thank Celestia, and Razor made his way to his locker, he halfway opened it, expecting for something to fall out, but nothing did, he then opened it all the way. Down at the bottom was a silver and gold book, a journal to be exact. He looked at another note on the front page.

Listen Ray, I know what you do, you are hurting yourself, you helped me, now it's my turn, write your thoughts and actions of the day in here, and every ten days, leave it in the middle of the library, I will pick it up, and you'll get it back the next day, trust me.

Razor couldn't believe it, somepony cared? The feeling was unfamiliar, but he set the journal back in his locker, he would take it home later today.

To be continued...