Pinkie lie on the Sugar Cube Corner sobbing her life away into the cold, rich carpet. She quivered violently, as sweat adorned her body, and small spots began to impair her vision. She lay whimpering to the empty syringes that stippled the floor all around her.
She almost regretted her decision. Then she looked back on it all. It was a blur, a paralyzing and painful onslaught of memories. She prayed that it would end.
A small smile, a bright trembling grin formed on her face as she watched the peace of mind fade slowly away. With an unstable hoof, she traced half of a heart in the carpet beneath her as the memories began to consume the remainder of her vision.
“Soon...S-soon, P-Pinkie...”
Rainbow Dash blushed heavily as she stared ahead at her friend. She gasped slightly, wings beginning to unfurl slowly with her gaze.
“P-Pinkie Pie! What are you doing!?
“Teach me how to kiss, Dashie…”
“W-why-”
Pinkie Pie shoved Rainbow Dash into the bed of pink and laid down beside her, nuzzling into her coat and brushing her mane with her hoof. She rested her head on the Pegasus’s chest and brightly up at her.
Rainbow Dash peered intently into Pinkie’s sleek smile, caught in the depths of her gaze. She saw through this mirage. She’d known Pinkie Pie too long to not see the faults in her desperate facades. Though there was one thing time hadn’t taught her. How to say no.
She began to mutter under her breath
“Manipulative little-”
She brought their lips together, teaching her, exploring her. She knew it wouldn’t last, it couldn’t possibly, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. Besides, Pinkie wouldn’t mind if she drug it out a little.
Rainbow Dash broke apart from Pinkie, displaying awkward and nervous smile. Pinkie just shot her a venomous smile as she stood to leave.
“Thanks, Dashie!” She teased, stepping slowly out of the room.
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She dropped her gaze down to the floor, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. She gently stroked Rainbow's hoof hoof with a brush of her own, smiling nervously downward.
She felt suddenly claustrophobic as she squirmed beneath the weight of the Pegasai's gaze. All she wanted to do was be alone to cry with her inner self. However, she knew it was all but a fantasy, and she would never be granted such a wish.
“I’m so sorry, Pinkie...”
Rainbow pressed forward into her friend’s body, nuzzling her coat, and doing all she could to hold her steadily. Yet the tears demand she fall.
Pinkie dropped to the floor beneath her, now sobbing openly. Her teardrops didn't cascade as they usually did, they just crept down her cheeks as she lay, falling gracefully rather than recklessly. Her mane had dampened into a loose frill, and it dulled without its trademark vibrancy.
“T-this won’t last, will it, Dashie? Everypony gets sad sometimes, right? P-please tell me this feeling will go away...”
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Pinkie Pie lain on her bed, staring up at the wall as it ran in circles above her, managing somehow without moving. Sweat trickled gently down her forehead, and her hooves shook uncontrollably before her.
Rainbow Dash walked into the room slowly, studying her, surveying all that sat around her.
A bright, carefree smile lit Pinkie Pie’s face and seemed to illuminate the room all around her. Rainbow Dash ignored it.
She walked steadily over to the bed and laid down opposite Pinkie, staring onward far beyond her simple gaze into another place. She saw something there. She saw too much. She stared forward through the pink mare’s eyes, a dark, suffocating glare of raw truth. It scared Pinkie Pie. Though she didn’t show it, it scared Rainbow Dash as well.
Silence. Seconds passed, fallowed by minutes. Silence. The paranoia bored into Pinkie’s skull until she could no longer bear it.
“What?!” she screamed at her friend, tears beginning to form in her eyes. The small droplets betrayed her afflictions. Her addiction.
“You think I don’t know what runs through your blood,” She stated dryly, somehow maintaining a perfectly calm tone of voice. “You think I can’t see the needles in my sleep. You were wrong, Pinks. Where has it left you?”
Pinkie Pie dropped her gaze to her pillow, the floodgate finally showing its cracks, and struggling with the pressure pushing against it. She trembled with the weight of Rainbow Dash’s gaze on her shoulders.
“I’m sorry, Dashie… I didn’t me-”
“You’re far from sorry, my dear. You did mean to. You brought this onto yourself. If you don’t find an end to this, it may be all over for you.”
Pinkie Pie lost her grip on it all, and finally began to pour her tears into the pillow beneath her. It was too late to hide herself. She couldn’t remember where any of it had all begun. It sickened her.
“Don’t get lost, Pinkie. Never get lost.”
“S-soon…”
Another hoof completed the heart shape in the carpet.
“I told you not to get lost, Pinkie Pie…. You didn’t listen, now did you?”
Pinkie Again let the flood of tears break forth as the burning regret consumed the last of the true heart she had left. She stared blankly ahead, fighting, straining to maintain the false smile that adorned her expression. It fell however, just as everything she’s ever held onto in her life.
“…I’m sorry, Dashie… I am…”
“…I only wish I could believe that.”
Pinkie dived onto Rainbow Dash. She wanted somepony to reassure her again. It had been too long.
“Hold me, Dashie… I keep laughing, but it doesn’t help like it used to… just hold me for a bit, okay?”
Pinkie’s vision began to be overcome with a veil of white blindness. Her body went numb and she no longer felt her friend’s grasp, no longer felt the tears rolling down her cheeks, but they were there. They wouldn’t leave her.
“…I love you, Dashie…”
“…I know…”