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I woke up breathing heavy, eyes watery and crusty, heart racing as if I had just run a marathon. Sitting up slowly I winced as my back cracked and ached, the dull, throbbing pain just another thorn in my side. I leaned against the wall, and sobbed my poor, pitiful heart out. I don’t know what I did wrong… I was just me… Why was this so bad? I still don’t understand… I closed my eyes as I faded into a flashback…

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It was a bright, sunny day as usual. Little fillies and colts were running around, partaking in the daily activities as usual. Ignoring them, I went straight to the local library. Trotting at a slightly faster pace than normal, I rushed to the library. The news report over the radio played itself back in my mind over and over again.

“Hello, and thank you for tuning in. Here in Manehattan, a local library was burned down today. It’s rumored that there were no survivors.” The host casually stated, as if he didn’t care. Then again, who did anymore?

I had to be sure. I had to find out. There was no way, it just couldn’t be… Could it? You see, my parents were both in the Royal Guard. After finding each other, they eventually quit and settled down. They eventually found out about my love for books, and today… well… Today was my birthday. Not one for surprises, they knew what I wanted and they were going to get it. Unfortunately… you know what now happened…

Breaking from a faster than normal trot, I sped into a full on gallop, tears welling up in my eyes. I approached the library, which was scorched in black, areas still on fire. A enormous, dark cloud floated above in the sky, seemingly taunting me with it’s soulless gaze. I took in the area with fading breaths… Fireponies worked as fast as they could, but it wasn’t enough. I watched as they dragged out charred bodies on stretchers, the sight tearing me apart, and almost making me vomit. Why? Why did this have to happen? I rushed up to one of the Fireponies, and asked about two ponies in particular…

The firepony I had asked looked at the ground solemnly, essentially confirming my worst fears… I has lost them, and I was now alone… Why? After all that being told I was worthless, why did I still care? Feelings of anger and rage built up inside me. The only one who was ever good to me was my father anyways. I wished him goodbye the day of his funeral and left.

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There was a knock on the door. It was soft, but its presence was still noticeable. The knock came again, a little harder this time. I lazily got up, and regrettably walked over to the door. Opening it slowly, I looked up to meet the depressing gaze of that pink pony again… What was her name? Oh, right. How could I forget?

“Hello, Pinkie Pie. What brings you here?”

She just stared at me with the saddest gaze, and pulled me into an embrace. I noticed it was dark, looked around 2 A.M. and it was raining. Hm, cliche. Then there it was, the softest whisper, something I've heard so many times before, but for once not said by me.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered.

“What for, and how did you know I was here, and awake?” I inquired.

“That’s a story for another time, just please stay strong, okay?”

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“I’ll try.”

With that, she said her goodbyes, and went back from where she came. I get the feeling I’d be seeing her a lot more often now… Her actions have not gone unappreciated. I’d make it up to her somehow. With that, I closed the door as much as I could, and laid back down. I might as well try to get as much sleep as I could before I was tired all of tomorrow. With all said and done, I closed my eyes and drifted into a restless slumber…

Goodnight.