Bright Eyes

by lightningst0rm

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Dark
Length: 290

It started with the worst week of her life, but all it took was one photo to break her. Now she's going to make everypony pay.

My name is Golden Harvest, but everypony calls me Carrot Top. I once knew a pony; she was the sweetest pony in all of Ponyville. But as sweet as that pony was, no pony treated her like she should have been treated. It also pains me to say that it partly my fault she snapped. I should have told her what happened sooner, and because of it, ponies died. It only takes one thing; one simple thing, to make somepony snap. If you ever meet somepony who isn't treated like they should, please, show them kindness. Maybe then they won't do the same thing that my dear friend, a pony I called Bright Eyes did.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-18 23:43:33 UTC

Prologue

If you're reading this, than you've found my journal. My name is Golden Harvest, but everypony calls me Carrot Top. I used to be a carrot farmer from a little town called Ponyville. My current residence is in Trottingham, far from my old home. I'm the proud owner of the Golden Harvest Bakery, a small bakery that's quickly becoming a big sensation. I have a husband, a wonderful unicorn stallion by the name of Ponet, and a beautiful daughter named Dinky.

Dinky...

It wasn't actually the name I had ever planned naming my foal if I ever had one. It's a funny thing really, no matter what I do to try and forget, life keeps making me remember...

Her...

She was my best friend in the world. She was the nicest pony I had ever met and she was the first pony I met when I moved to Ponyville. One of the best days of my life was when she rented out a room in my house. I didn't understand why she needed to rent a room; when I met her, she said she had a house. The next day, I learned that her house had been vandalized and she didn't feel safe there anymore.

I never understood why ponies would ever want to hurt or frighten her. She was so sweet, she would never try to hurt anypony.

At least, that's what I thought. It only takes one thing to make somepony snap. Even my best friend, the sweetest pony I had ever met, is capable of becoming a monster. Maybe I should tell you the entire story.

Her name was Ditzy Doo. The ponies in town called her Derpy Hooves, but I called her Bright Eyes.