Anarchy in the Equestrian Nation

This chapter was partially written by the amazing Jamie Sibert, my girlfriend. We wrote this at two-thirty in the morning over Google Docs. Pitch-Perfect's background is mostly true, aside from the orphan and adoption parts. It's a very sappy chapter, I must warn you.

What could I do? Union Jack had been in a funk ever since Red Tear had been pulled off to jail for assaulting someone three days ago. He wasn’t his normal self anymore. It broke my heart seeing him like that. I paced back and forth in my room, trying to figure something, anything out to cheer him up. Then, it came to me.

I could take him out for a walk in the park with me. It could possibly take his mind off of what’s going on with Red Tear right now, and even though there’s snow on the ground it isn’t too cold if one were to wear a jacket. OK then, that’s what I was going to do. I called him, and though he didn’t seem very happy to me, he agreed to meet me at the Highland Reservoir. I put on my purple track jacket and walked out the door, anxious to make Union Jack feel better after all he had done for me.

When I met him there, he was wearing my favorite jacket of his, the green one with the wool collar. “Hello.” I said as I trotted up to him, and he glanced up.

“So, why are you insisting we take a walk? You don’t normally do this.” Union Jack asked, tilting up his gas mask a little.

“What’s wrong with taking a walk? It’s a wonderful day.” I replied, wondering if I should just tell him why I wanted him to walk with me.

“Nothing at all, it’s just... You’ve never asked me to take a walk with you.” he answered.

“Well there’s a first time for everything.” I continued, skirting around telling him why I wanted him to walk with me yet again.

“I need to ask you,” Union Jack began, “Is there another reason you’re doing this?”

I sighed. I have such weak willpower around him. “Yes. You’ve just been so. . . I don’t know, unhappy since Red Tear got taken to jail. I wanted to cheer you up a little. It hurts me when you’re upset.”

“You didn’t have to do this, Pitch.” he began. “But then again, you do know what day it is, right?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, “It’s January 20. One month since you and I met. How could I forget?”

Union Jack nuzzled me, a small smile crossing his face. “Glad you didn’t forget how much this day means to me.”

“I could never do such a thing.” I replied, returning his smile.

He gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I’m honestly at a loss for words here.” he mumbled, his smile widening.

My smile grew as well, and we set off on our walk. As we plodded along the trail, my mind wandered, and began thinking about how I had gotten here.

I’ve never been that sociable, I’ve been homeschooled my entire life, and isolated from everypony else. I was an orphan until Rainbow Dash and Silversix adopted me, and I have a lot of abandonment problems. I was depressed for the longest time, I felt so unheard and unloved. Like I was standing in a room full of ponies and I was drowning, but no one saw or cared to help me, that I was nothing special, just another mare out there with nothing to offer. I took to cutting myself, but that didn’t last long because it wasn’t enough. I attempted to take my life over five times. The most recent attempt I came very close, but when I blacked out from loss of blood, my foreleg fell on a towel, and stopped the blood flow. Once I awoke, I found that it was two days after I had first blacked out. No one had even noticed I was gone.

A few days after that I had been out around town, and decided to pay a visit to the Ravine Cafe, that I wanted some coffee. I usually didn’t drink the hot stuff, but I needed some warmth in my cold being. I sat at the table on the patio, my mind mulling over what had happened to me. The tears started to fall. Not wanting to appear weak, I rubbed my eyes, and got up to leave. That’s when I first saw Union Jack. I remember his spiky red mane, his beautiful green eyes full of concern. He asked me what was the matter, and I blew up at him, accusing him of being something I could already tell he wasn’t. Don’t ask me how, but I knew he was different. He wasn’t like all the other colts out there. I broke down in front of him, telling him only a small part of my story, not wanting to scare or offend him with the rest. Then, he did something I never would have expected. He offered me support. I was so overwhelmed with emotion I did the first thing that came to mind. I kissed him, and then turned tail and galloped home.

“Uh, Pitch? You OK?” Union Jack asked concernedly.

“Hm? Oh, yea, I’m fine. Just thinking about when we first met.” I said, Union Jack’s voice snapping me out of my thoughts. He smiled.

“I was thinking about the same thing. Kind of an odd coincidence that you showed up at the Outcasts’ personal hangout when you needed me most.” He paused, then added, “Or was it fate?”

“I don’t know, but whatever it was, I’m sure glad it happened.” I said, smiling up at him. “I don’t know where I would be right now if we hadn’t met. I don’t know if I would even be around right now.”

Union Jack scratched his head worriedly. “What do you mean?”

I took a deep breath, and told him everything that had happened before we had met, and how I had considered attempting suicide again at the Ravine.

“I had no idea that happened to you. I’m glad I was there to help.” he began. “It’s always a shame when an awesome pony like you goes and wastes their life in desperation.”

I blushed a little. “I’m glad you were there too. I’m very glad.” He nuzzled me again as we walked.

After a few more minutes spent in silence, a pause in our conversation, I decided to speak the words I had been thinking to myself for weeks. “Love you.” I said, smiling.

“Love you too.” he replied, and we kissed. After we broke apart, he continued. “And that’s the first time I can say that to somepony and be 100% sure.”

“Same here.” I replied, the smile on my face broadening.

We kissed again, and continued walking.

“I’m glad I can tell you that and mean it. I wasn’t sure about those words with Black Bell, but I sure as hell am with you.” he said as he sidled up to me and pressed his side to mine.

I nuzzled him, my cheeks turning pink. I kissed him on the cheek, and we continued our walk.

Note: This picture does not indicate the end of the story. It's just a piece of art done by my girlfriend for this chapter.