whinnies of terror

So, I ran.

Escaping the terrible horror, I ran to Canterlot.

It took quite a while, But I did. Turns out Snips and Snails had the idea, because when I got to canterlot, (or rather, what was left of it...) they were there, looking for food.

So, here I am now, cowering in a glass building, the darkness thrashing its tentacles at the glass. It is about to break, I know. Then I will meet my fate. It will be terrible. And probably painfull. I cant wait. Not in a good way.

Snips and Snails died, the worst death yet. Suprisingly it was not the nothing that killed them. It was a fire. They got trapped in one of the crannies they looked for food in, and it got lighted on fire. I tried to help them.

I wince as the nothing whips at the glass door again. Its not going to ignore me again. It wants me. To kill me.

I open my diary.

I am so scared. The nothing will break through the glass and I will be done for. Gone. I hope it wont hurt.

I love Rainbow Dash

I love Applejack

I love Pinkie Pie

I love Rarity

I love Fluttershy, even though I dont know if she is alive anymore.

I love my mom

I love my dad

I love my brother

I love m