Author's Notes:

While it isn't required, for the best reading experience, it is recommended that the prequel is read first.

So let's review up to this point. I was a total bitch from the time I left Equestria until I got hit in the face with a rainbow laser. The "Princess of Friendship" told her friends to show me how to make friends, only for them to treat me like shit. Twilight Sparkle returned to help us with the Sirens only to fall to peer pressure in treating me like something that needs flushed down the toilet. All of which drove me to begin cutting myself in response to the stress. With that being said, let's return to the rest of my treatment during the Battle of the Bands.

Following the victory in the first round, the six of them huddled around each other discussing their victory, Twilight's "counter-spell" and how everyone did something wrong. I was left alone with Spike to dog-sit (again) all while I assumed that they were trying to find new ways to hurt me.

"Um, Sunset?" Spike asked me with slight concern, snapping my attention back reality. "What happened to your arm?"

Busted, I thought.

"Oh, I, uh, snagged it on a nail at the farm yesterday," I lied with a nervous chuckle.

"Must've been a pretty sharp nail for it to still be that red," he replied.

"Yeah," I said quietly before changing the subject. "Let's go see if the others need some help."

Me and Spike went to rejoin the group but they broke up the huddle before I could offer any advice. Well, I went to the restroom for another "cut" in the action. While I slowed the bleeding, I began to think of the different ways to commit suicide.

I don't have access to a gun, so that's out, I thought sadly. The amount of drugs I would need to overdose would cost too much. Slitting my wrists is hit or miss. Maybe I could use some of the cables the hang myself in front of the entire school after the finale tomorrow night.

I decided on the last option because the materials were readily available and won't cost anything. Plus doing it in front of the whole school would place a guilt trip so large, that even the Friendship Mistress wouldn't be able to recover from.

"So Twilight, how's it feel to be part of a band?" I asked once we had a moment to talk privately.

"It's actually pretty fun. I, mean, there's differences in opinion on how things should be but that's normal, right?" she replied enthusiastically.

"Honestly, I wouldn't know," I told her quietly with my head hung in anguish.

"Sunset, is there something bothering you?" Twilight asked as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder.

I paused for a moment as the tears began to rise to the surface while I tried to decide whether or not to tell her.

"No," I lied blatantly. "I'm fine. Just a little stressed."

"Are you sure?" she continued to press. "Spike told me he saw some strange scratches on your arm earlier."

"It's nothing," I insisted. "Like I told him, I snagged my arm on a nail at Sweet Apple Acres. I'll be fine."

"Okay then," Twilight said slowly. "If you need to talk, you know where to find me."

Yeah, planning other ways to make me feel worthless, I noted as she headed back to the gymnasium for the next round of the competition.

As I listened to "Friendship Through The Ages", it took all of the mental strength I had left to keep from pulling the knife out of my pocket and stabbing myself in the heart.

I can't believe the nerve of them. After the way I've been treated by them, they play this fucking song? Why am I continuing to associate myself with these hypocritical assholes? I thought as my rage began to build. I looked down to see Spike grooving to the music. Damn snitch.

...But our friendship carries on through the ages. Ohh, oh. Carries on.

It was that last line of the song that got me. I left there in tears like a bat out of Tartarus. I turned off my phone and left the school to go prepare for the following night.

I got home, slammed the door behind me and collapsed on the floor in tears.

How could they? Is this their version of revenge? I thought as the waves of heartache, anger and confusion flowed through my mind.

I pounded my fists against the floor from frustration until my left sleeve slid up causing one of my cuts from yesterday to catch my eye. I pulled my knife out of my pocket after taking my jacket off. The perfect idea. While I wouldn't be able to collect enough to write the entire thing, I could gather enough of my own blood to sign my suicide note. I went to the cabinet to get a paper cup and a toothpick so I had something to collect the "ink" for my signature.

I sat down at the kitchen table, tears in my eyes, and wrote the following words:

To whom it may or may not concern,

The last couple months I've been trying to make amends for all the trouble I caused. It doesn't seem to matter to anyone though. The members of the Rainbooms were supposed to look out for me and teach me how friendships are made. They have treated me like complete shit. I thought when Twilight came back I could tell her what I was feeling, but she's been more interested in her friends that are fighting with each other. I thought that cutting my arms would give the release I needed to get through this but when they decided to show their hypocrisy in the second round of the competition, I couldn't take anymore.

By hanging myself in front of the school, I'm showing my celebration for how fucked up humans really are. Hopefully everyone will feel better once I'm gone, especially those who were supposed to be my friends.

Goodbye and fuck off

I took the knife in my right hand and with the right amount pressure, I made a cut on my left arm deep enough to allow the blood to flow into the paper cup. I set the knife down on the table, picked up the toothpick, dipped it in to the cup and at the bottom of the note, signed my name...