Trixie sat down on her cold, hard bed. She had been run out of another town, failing to have gained anything out of the trip. She had traveled all over the country now. Every city, town, or village was the same story; she would screw up some how and they would drive her away. She could bear it no longer, the pain, the frustration.
Every time a hateful word was thrown at her, it seemed on the outside it bounced right off of her. An entirely different story took place on the inside. The words tore at her heart, pulling it apart piece by piece until she could bear the pain no longer. This is why she would really leave, not caused she was chased out, but because there was no love, anywhere.
The best shot she had ever had was in Ponyville, a quiet, peaceful town. The infamous elements of harmony dwelled there. She thought she would finally find love there since the very elements of harmony lived there. That's exactly what she wanted, harmony. She travelled two days and two nights from a far northern village to get to Ponyville, a trip worth it in her thoughts. When she arrived, she set up her things and began her show of "magic".
The first of her problems anywhere came from this, her show. She had a nasty habit of exaggeration, almost to the extreme. She would over exaggerate her own powers all the time, so when somepony came to her to make her prove herself, the truth was found out. In the next few days she would be chased out due to the frustration and anger of the local ponies. Nopony wants to waste their bits, which is what they felt like they did. Before they forced her to leave, they would take back all their bits, not leaving a single one for the poor unicorn.
And so, she left every town broken, battered, and poverish. Her heart was strong in the beggining, but as time went on it became weaker and weaker, facing the same pain of equal or worse proportions from any place she came upon. Still, Ponyville showed her promise. She thought of the love the locals had for each other, thought of the elements of harmony, an d thought of an optimistic future...but of course, fate would be stubborn once more.
Her habit of exaggerating rose up during the show and she made fools of the elements, which ended up in disaster for her. Twilight Sparkle, one of the most powerful unicorns Trixie had ever come to meet, managed to nullify an Ursa Minor and return it to its shelter peacefully. Trixie, ashamed and embarrassed, quickly fled the town entirely. She had thought wrong. What had seemed like heaven, had only been hell. This hell she had seen before, and she was threw with it now.
Her most recent attempt at finding happiness was in a southern village full of farmers. She hadn't liked the idea of possibly getting dirty, but if it meant finally finding somepony who cared for her, she would do anything to find them. She came, attempted her show, exaggerated, and got chased out of the village within three days. The villagers reveled in their victory, but unbeknownst to them, Trixie was suffering terribly. She rode away with her carriage with tears streaming down her face and snout, dripping onto the seat she herself sat on. The pain was so terrible for her that she could barely hold the magic that caused her carriage to move in the first place. She kept any strength she still had geared towards that purpose, and she made it where she wanted to go...the middle of nowhere.
This is where we found Trixie sit upon her bed. She looked down at the floor of her carriage with a blank, dead look. Her heart was fried, her brain destroyed, and her spirit burned. Her carriage sat in the middle of nowhere: a huge, hilly field that connected to a steep, deadly cliff. Trixie was parked close to the cliff. She had been there for two weeks now. All her food and drink was now gone of the little she had even had. She had made productive yet favorable rations, but that plan failed her.
The system...
She could no longer cry, her eyes having been long dry now for five days. Even if she could, she still wouldn't cry, there was no reason to in her mind. What was done was done, there was nothing she could do. Every town in Equestria didn't seem to like her at all...crying would not help that. To some she would seem weak, and then be tormented even more. Thus, the empty wilderness to which she had isolated herself came into use. Keeping away the demons she had once had hope in from her battered soul. She never had intention to leave it either.
...does not...
Trixie looked up from her bed towards the only window in her carriage. Outside the rain fell heavy, pounding the ground and the carriage unrelentingly, never ceasing to lose its force. Through weary eyes Trixie looked out into the rain, shedding no sorts of emotion. She kept on her mask of pain, a dead, blank look. Still looking out the window, Trixie seized and put on her wizard hat and cape. She then got up and walked slowly towards her carriage door.
...exist...
She pushed opened the loose door and continued out into the terrible rain. When she was a few feet away from her carriage, the unicorn looked straight up into the air into the rain. Continuing her blank look, she moved on once more. Slowly and slowly she crept towards the cliff parallel to her carriage. She reached the edge and halted. The unicorn then looked down to the bottom of the drop before her. Long, and most likely fatal.
...to serve you.
For five minutes Trixie stood at the top of the cliff, just looking down into the darkness below. The rain pelted her body, drenching her hat and cape as well. The wind blew monstrously, threatening to simply carry her away. However, she paid no attention to these things and continued to look down. Eventually, she looked up, and simply straight ahead into the distance. Then she spoke.
"Let be what must be done..."
Trixie positioned herself at the very edge of the cliff, closed her eyes...
and shifted her weight.
Author's Note
If you or a loved one have suicidal thoughts, please alert someone and get help. It is never too late to come back :)
(This is simply a writer's block project.)
