As the cold day pressed onto her face, creating a sharp tingling pain in her ears, she took her time to open the door of the decrepit barn, no longer baring the maroon paint that was present so long ago. She closed the barn door behind her, and lit a lantern to wipe away the darkness that had inhabited the area for years, as she did so large quantities of cockroaches and spiders led themselves away from it. She moseyed over to a dusty broken couch that sat next to large boxes, and barrels full of toys and other items that would be fit for a filly. She then sat herself down on the couch, large amounts of feathers, and dust, jumped up from the couch and into the air. The dim lantern light allowed the orange face to become neon in comparison to the backdrop of the barn, dark and invisible.
She prodded around the boxes and pulled an album of pictures, entitled ' Memories', the darkness of the cover was unrecognizable from its original, which has shined brightly with colors of pink, and golden glitter. But had now been covered with dust and black ooze that seemed to be the consistency of half-dried glue, and smelled like rancid apples. She opened the book, flinging dust and scraps of paper onto the couch and herself, creating a mixture of ooze and feathers on both surfaces. As she turned the page she saw the first picture, a Large one of herself and her five other friends all huddled around each other, which was now stained black and almost colorless. She felt a large lump in her throat, and held back small tears for what once was. Unable to hold them back, she sobbed onto the picture. having small bits of dirt and dust to be permanently stained onto the picture.
The barn doors opened, letting in a barrage of cold wind and faint light, in walked in a tanned mare, her rose colored hair largely obscured by a wide brimmed tanned leather hat with a red bow tied around it. She walked forward and into her vision came a light that threw shadows of the boxes and couch onto the black wood wall's where faint red was spotted around in periodic positions.
"Apple Jack? are you okay?" Asked the intruding figure.
"Apple bloom - " Apple Jack answered, wiping away tears. "- What are you doing here? "
"I Heard you leave about an hour ago, i followed the tracks here. Exactly what are you doin' here, anyways?"
Apple Bloom took her seat next to her sister on the couch, creating yet more dust to be lifted into the air and illuminated by the dimmed lantern light.
"Now, what are you looking at there?" Asked Apple Bloom, staring at the book in applejack's lap
"You don't need to know anything about it, why did you follow me anyway's?" Applejack added.
"I Was worried 'bout you, sis. Ever since the accident you've been such a stranger to the family. I Know it's been a real hard couple years, i'm sorry 'bout it. But, you can't be like this no mo-"
"Don't talk like that to me," Applejack interjected. "You didn't know her like I did, I Loved her and she left me."
"Sis, we all miss them. You more than the rest of us. But you are lettin' it destroy you. C'mon, Let's go on a walk. You need to get away from this."
The rest of the evening they spent the time wander around the outskirts of Ponyville, avoiding the more heavily populated areas as to not disturb the eventful peacefulness that they had both created. A long silence had accompanied the long walk. Apple Bloom took the Leather hat and placed it on Apple Jacks head. The action broke the silence.
"You look better in that Ol' hat then I do, it really fits you."
"I Don't need this dumb hat. It's nothing but bad memories." Said Apple Jack, and flung the hat onto the dusty trail they had been following.
Apple Bloom, awe struck. Paused in her path, dusted the hat off and put the Hat back onto her head.
"What the hay is eatin' her?"
continuing on her original path she followed far behind Applejack, as she walked slowly it began to rain.
As the cold rain fell onto the blank streets and ally ways of Ponyville, a white figure sat shivering inside of a box outside Sugar-cube corner. She looked up at the decrepit building, the pink paint faded to a nearly unidentifiable shade, and the building ravaged by years of neglect. The broken sign which was displayed into the broken windows of the building which read forcefully; 'FORECLOSURE'
Tears were hidden in the barrage of rain which had now become increasingly predominant,
"Of all the worse things that could have happened, " She spoke aloud, sobbing.
"This was the worst possible thing..."
The white mare drifted downwards into her box, and wrote a sign for the next morning that said 'Will pleasure for food'.
When the morning came, she sat up and her greasy coiled purple mane was falling off, and blotchy. She grabbed the sign and held it in front of her stomach as she sat inside of her box. She grabbed a shade of lipstick and eyeliner from a plastic bag she kept with her, and put it on with twitchy hands. She looked upwards as the passerby's, giving puppy-dog eyes to them. People looked downwards, or simply turned their heads in disgust. As they did she lowered her head in embarrassment. How did Rarity, the top designer in Ponyville, manage to end up like this? in a broken box, lonely, living in the past. she sad up and wiped her face from the snot and tears that had ruined her make up, blotching on her face and fore arm, and walked away from her box. Leaving all of her personal items there, the plastic bag, make-up and the pictures of past friends, but took a tiny broken mirror she had.
The Ponyville tower clock struck Twelve, and the bells rang. She looked at the moon high in the midnight sky, grabbed a rock, and smashed the mirror into three pieces. She grabbed the largest and sharpest of the pieces and wrapped purple cloth around it.
She walked down the street in a hoodie she made with her make-shift tools. In the darkness she could see a figure fast approaching, she had to do this if she wanted to live. She has to eat, doesn't she? so what does it matter if one pony dies for one to live on.
The figure drawing nearer, Rarity quickened her pace. The time was neigh.
She drew the broken glass from her pocket and stabbed the figure in the stomach passing by, the mare who had been out jogging grunted heavily before falling to the ground. Rarity crouched and from the pocket took the wallet of the mare. As Rarity started her escape, her eye's saw the face of her victim.
"O-...Oh sweet C-Celestia no.." She said quietly to herself
Rarity shedded tears for the bleeding mare, with the dark pool forming. After a couple of seconds of mourning, Rarity fled the scene. The mare flipped herself onto her back like a sloth and looked upwards into the night sky. Seeing the clouds one last time as she drifted aimlessly into an enclosing darkness. And with that, Rainbow Dash drew her final breaths and died that night.
