Two Souls

After their death, Pinkie and Pinkamena died, they were reborn. Same names. Same looks. 2 souls, but finally 2 bodies. Twin girls. They got their wishes. Two bodies, happiness around the board.

Pinkamena was actually happy to be alive, but missed being Pinkie too. Pinkie was a little sad, because Pinkamena guided her and kept her zaniness intact. But regardless, they enjoyed life. It wasn't a never ending hell, or a forever lasting party. Life was balanced, but they girls weren't.

Pinkie had no Pinkamena to keep her under control, she got into drugs and drinking. She died, from drug overdose, crank and cocaine killed the once happy sunshine party girl. At least she got to say goodbye, she didn't last long, but went peacefully.

Pinkamena was happy too, until she went fucking crazy. She too enjoyed drugs and alcohol, but for her, it didn't end there. Starvation in desperation to be thin. Cuts and burns just to feel something. Vodka to wash down the sleeping pills. Overdosing. High as a kite. She couldn't kill the heartbreak she felt after Pinkie died, so she took it too far one night. Vodka. Rope. Pills. Blades. Suicide, again.

She killed herself exactly three months after Pinkie died, a week before their sixteenth birthday. It is a shame. But the girls do not deserve the blame. They did it by accident and on purpose. Pinkie died through her escape of reality, Pinkamena to escape the devastation and heartbreak of losing Pinkie, it was so bad, Pinkie haunted her, but no one believed Pinkamena's tale. Pinkie begged to be with Pinkamena again, so Pinkamena did the deed. Now she too is dead. For eternity, they shall rest in peace, never alone, side by side, and together forever.