All She Wanted

"Pinkie...?" She wakes to someone calling her name.Scootaloo.

"Um..call me Pinkamena...Pinkie is too happy for right now." She looks to the ground."So,um..what is it?" She asks.

"It's just...the funeral is over.You kinda fell asl-"

"Scootaloo!" Pinkie looks over to the source of the noise.Surely enough,Apple Bloom stands there,running towards the pair.

"What?" The purple haired tween walked away with her friend,leaving Pinkie behind.

Pinkie looks around.Something was nagging her,tugging at the edges of her brain as she looked at the coffins.

There were only four.

She carefully stepped towards them.

She lifts the first one.It was Rainbow Dash.She immediately closes it,the stench-and sadness-was unbearable. She opens the next one.Twilight.The next.Applejack.After that was Rarity.

But where was Fluttershy?

PINKIE' S POV

Footsteps padding on the concrete floor near me.Deep breathing.Darkness.

That's all I hear and see.Oh, and I'm running.Escaping.

" Pinkie...." A soft voice calls out. The voice is right behind me. I run faster.

"Ha...you think you can escape?" The voice seems closer.A light appears, far away.I know that's where safety is.

" You know who I am...Don't you?"  I shake my head.I'm running as fast as I can. I am now much closer to the end.

"You don't?"

"No.." I manage to mumble.

"Oh.So you've already forgotten me...?I promise to be gentle."The voice loses it's softness, and I suddenly freeze.The footsteps are beside me.Next thing I know,I feel a punch in my gut.Hard.I stop breathing for a second.I fall over, holding my stomach.A foot stomps on my face.I taste blood in my mouth.

"You think you can escape? That, Pinkie, is impossible.Unless you manage to find her..which you won't." It drags me by my hair and lifts me up.It throws me against the walls.I fall, breaking my wrist.It stomps on me again, but on my leg.I cringe as I hear a sickening crack, and a snicker.

And I wake up.

The birds chirp.The sun shines through the window.It's a beautiful day.

But I hate it. No one seems to pay attention to me, despite the fact that I've definitely experienced the most loss. I walk to the mirror.I look terrible.I have dark circles under my eyes, and my hair looks the same as the day of the funeral, but it's tangled.

Oh well.

I spend the day in my bed,images of several nightmares flashing through my mind.Some extremely gory.

And I drift into an uneasy sleep.

-TIMESKIP-

I wake to Mrs. Cake bringing me some soup.She's the only one I've really talked to.

And the only one who really cares.

"Are you okay..? You look horrible." She asks,concern in her voice.

"I'm...fine." I lie.Though she doesn't buy it,she leaves the room silently,muttering something about an important order.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur.But as I'm about to stand up and look outside,I hear a pop and feel the presence of someone.

As I turn,I see an uninvited-and unwelcomed-visitor.

"My,you don't look very well,do you?" t says.

"Discord."