The Broken Promise (Second Fic)

The Broken Promise

"I hope you two keep crusading up there. I will too down here, but it it's not the same without you, Scootaloo, Apple Bloom.

I will make you guys proud, Pinkie Promise."

"AAAAHHHH!"

She had another nightmare about the day that she'll never forget. She promised to her fellow crusaders that she would them proud by earning finally earning her cutie mark.

The mare rose up to sit in her bed. Her coat was soaking of sweet and her heart was racing. She felt an immense pain in her head.

She rubbed her hooves against her fore head, eyes closed.

"Ahh." she moaned with a weak voice. "My head."

Her mane was a mess, she looked extremely sleepy and her white coat was full of stains. Puke, blood and chocolate

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You promised, you promised, you promised. You've let us down.
You've given up. Look at yourself, what have you become?
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The mare observed her bedroom, it was a mess. Liquor bottles everywhere, dryed up puke stains and plastic bags with feces and urine.

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You pathetic little shit. What do you think you're doing? You promised remember? You've dissapointed us.

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She stood up from her dirty bed, feeling pain in her entire body.

"Urgh, maybe a little drink will help some." she said with an exasperated face.

The mare walked up to her kitchen with a lot of pain, opened the fridge and took a bottle whisky out with her mouth.

The kitchen was also a mess. The whole sink was full of dirty dish and the smell that hung around the kitchen was hideous. But she didn't care. At all.

The mare walked to her dirty sofa and collapsed onto the it.

She opened the bottle of whisky and took a sip.

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You failed to make us happy. Why are you doing this?
You traitor. Filthy liar.
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Another sip and another and another.

"That helps." still with a weak voice.

The mare looked around her the her dirty house when suddenly a scroll appeared out of no where.

"Wow." she said with a uninterested voice. "A letter for me?"

She pulled the bow around the scroll loose and started reading.

'Dear Sweetie Belle,

I've recently heard about your current situation and I am willing to help. Please just come to the library as soon as possible, since you won't open your door.

Twilight Sparkle.'

"Not interested."

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You anger us. You useless sack of garbage. Don't you see that this isn't normal? Get off your ass and do something with your life.

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Sweetie Belle didn't know what time it was, curtains covered all her windows.

The mare let out a deep sigh and took a big gulp from the bottle of whisky.

After a while she fell asleep on the sofa, drunk.

After a few hours of sleeping she woke up from somepony knocking loudily at the door.

"Sweetie Belle! Please open the door, we want to help you!"

Sweetie Belle didn't answer.

"Sweetie, it's me Twilight Sparkle and I have Applejack here with me! I beg you, let us help you!"

The still uninterested unicorn still layed, drunk on her sofa. Not answering Twilight.

"She won't answer, do it."

A sudden loud thud came from her door.

"Keep going!"

Sweetie didn't have the power to even say something about it.

And another thud, and another, after a while the door finally was kicked open.

Sweetie Belle saw two ponies enter the dark room. Looking around them.

One of them turned the light of the living room on and Sweetie Belle was blinded by the bright light and held her hooves for her eyes.

Twilight gasped when she looked around the messy room and gasped again when she saw the messed up mare laying the sofa.

Twilight ran to her, followed by Applejack and both sat on their knees on the by the sofa.

"Sweetie Belle....what..what happened to you?! Applejack asked, shocked by the look of her and her house.

"W-what are.....you....talking...about?"

Twilight and Applejack looked at each other with a frown and looked back at the drunken unicorn.

"Ah'm talking about you, locking yourself in your house fer days, drinking alcohol all day, making a mess off yer house, what caused this?" Applejack said with a concerned voice.

"It-it's long story......it's a...bit......hard to tell w-while drunk." she managed to respond.

"Sweetie Belle." Twilight began. "We want to help you, so can I take you to back to my place for a while to fix you up? We'll have somepony clean up your house meanwhile."

Sweetie simply nodded and soon fell asleep.

"Ah'll carry her. Look for something to cover her up, shes a mess."

It was a cold winter morning, but the temperature in the library was just perfect.

Sweetie Belle opened her eyes and found herself laying in a strange bed.

She was finally completely sober, her body looked clean as a whistle and she didn't feel any pain. It felt good, but that wasn't enough to get her life back.

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Why are you doing this to us? You sadden us.
You betrayed us. You didn't keep your end of the fucking deal.
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Sweetie yawned and looked outside the window for a while. After quite some time she finally got out of bed and got out of the guest room.

As she walked down the stairs she saw a familiar pony sitting at the table, along with Twilight.

It was her older sister, Rarity.

"Sweetie Belle!" she yelled and trotted to her younger sister and gave her a tight hug. "Why didn't you let me know of your situation? I want to be there for my sis, even though I live in Canterlot now."

"I'm a bit cocky, I guess."

"Are you ready to tell us your what happened to you?" Rarity asked, letting go of her sister.

"Yeah."

She took a seat at the table, opposite from Rarity and Twilight and sighed.

"It began about a week ago........"

"After another failed attempt of a cutie mark, I got depressed and started drinking. It didn't help, it even got worse. I started hearing the voices of Scootaloo and Apple Bloom in my head and I still do, even when I'm sober. They keep reminding me of a promise I made fifteen years ago. I promised that I would go on crusading in my own, but they say that I broke the promise, because I've given up. I've also been having nightmares every night. Always about that day that I made that promise.

I began drinking even more after a while. I got tired of those voices and those horrible nightmares, but the voices came more often and my nightmares got even worse, so that wasn't a good idea. I was addicted, so I just couldn't stop. Right now, I do actually long for a sip of whisky."

Twilight Sparkle and Rarity looked at Sweetie Belle with a open mouth in disbelief.

After a few seconds, Rarity shook her head as she came back to reality.

"Sweetie Belle, I-I don't know what to say."

"I think you should go see a doctor about those voices, maybe you could get some medication for it." Twilight said.

"And go into rehab." Rarity added.

Sweetie Belle sighed, "Hmm, I don't know."

"But Sweetie, don't you wan't your normal life back?" Rarity asked, on the brink of bursting out in tears.

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Why did you give up? Don't you hear the sadness in our voices?
Stop trowing salt in our wounds.
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She sighed, "Yes, but I can't tell a doctor, they'll want to lock me up for ever for the voices in my head."

Twilight looked at her in confusion, "What are you talking about silly? Ofcourse not." she said with a comforting voice.

She felt anger going through her body and groaned.

"I'm outta here! I don't your help! She yelled and ran to the front door.

"Sweetie wait!" Rarity yelled after her but she was gone.