When The Ponies Neigh: Arc of Guilt

EIGHTH

The funeral was everything that could be expected from funerals, raised to eleven
It was grim, blue, depressing, the silence was terrible.
A lot of ponies were present: Twilight, Rarity (who personally designed the mourning dresses) Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy (although she left crying as soon as she saw the small coffin) and of course, the partners in culprit, Rainbow Dash and Applejack.

Miss Cherilee also came, and to worsen the matter, Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo were present too, making the scene less silent with her bawling.
Big Macintosh stood up strong that day, he nearly went trough the entire funeral without shedding a tear, until the moment where the coffin of her sister finally descended in it's grave, where he screamed: "NOOO, DON'T TAKE HER, SHE'S JUST A KID! APPLEBLOOM, APPLEBLOOOOM!"
Applejack herself couldn't stop crying. Pinkie Pie hugged A.J to cheer her up, but Pinkie's hair couldn't lie, it was flat straight that day, relieved from all sort of joy.

That very same day, after all was said and done, Applejack went straight to her room, Granny Smith asked if she wanted something to bite, but perfectly understood as Applejack declined.
Big Macintosh dedicated that night on drinking cider outside, he was burning the pain quickly. Anyone who saw him could guess he was an expert on the matter.
Applejack laid on her bed with her face against a pillow

-"Is there something wrong, sugarcube?"
-"I miss Applebloom, ma'"
-"Oh, ohhh there there,..you made a boo-boo, that's all. You don't have to blame it all on yourself"
-"Yes, it's all my fault. I've never meant to hurt Big Mac that way"
-"He is a big boy, he'll get better"

Applejack looks inside the Chest, the chest where the voice came from
The calm red light hurt her eyes, but it was a pain that calmed her more than anything. It was the kind of pain one feels when recovering from a much worse injury. It was like something directly held her eyes in a satisfying grip.

-"You know you are my very special Apple pie, and no matter what you do, I'll still love you"
-"I know that, ma', I love you too"
-"I know you do sugarcube, I know you do..."

Applejack hugged the Chest. Her hooves could hardly surround the whole thing. Applejack rested her head at the edge of the Chest

-"Aaaaaplejack"
-"Yes mom?"
-"You haven't feed me in more than three days"
-"I haven't?"
-"You don't want your mommy to suffer in here do you"
-"No, NO. Don't go again"
-"Maybe you don't want me here. The last time I left I wasn't thinking on coming back"
-"No, hold on, please just hold--"

From under her bed, Applejack pulls out a well-sealed jar. The contains of the jar could only be described in first sight as aversive. One could only see eyeballs and teeth as distinguishable features, as anything else was either guts or blood.
Applejack held her breath as she poured the disgusting content of the jar inside the Chest which shined in ecstasy. The light became red, intensely red, rather than the pink glow it had before. The whole room illuminated.

-"Applejaaack..." spoke the voice in a maternal nagging tone
-"Yees?"
-"This one is dead too"
-"I couldn't find a living one in such a short time, I don't want you to starve Ma', so I always keep some under the bed"
-"Good job Applejack. Good job" spoke the light. "Mommy needs to sleep, she is so very tired"
-"Wait, mom, I wanted to ask you if Applebloom is fine, is she with you right now?"

The Chest didn't replied, it was as though it never spoke before. The shining blew off.

-"A-alright mom, I'll see you soon."

Applejack turns off the lights

-"Goodnight mom"