Melancholy

Melancholy
Section 1: Chapter 2: Lies

Forgive me; I'm not great at writing applejack. Here's my best shot at it though!
I'd like to say again, how this is dedicated to lynked, who I am currently editing for, because he is in a contagious state of melancholy:http://www.fimfiction.net/user/Lynked

She headed out to the acres, hoping to find solitude in them. She just carried on towards them.

Big-Macintosh had stared at her kind of weird, on the way there. She didn't bother wondering why. She just carried on.

She didn't stop. Each hoofstep carried her on to the next. Never stopping. She just carried on. She couldn't stop - not for anything - or something might follow her. She didn't want that. She didn't want to admit it either, so she lied to herself about it. No way could she stop - she was so... so... what? She was so angry, is what it was! Angry!

She was just angry... nothing else. Angry at what? Angry at... herself... That was what was going on... wasn't it? Well, she tried to calm herself, thinking back to the best memory she could.

She thought back to when she met everypony, but stopped almost instantly, wincing. It hurt to think about that. Just need to do something else. she thought.

Finally, she was in the depths of Sweet Apple Acres. She didn't stop though. She needed to keep her hooves busy. Never stop.

She walked on, hoping that it would all blow over, but she knew that she couldn't lie to herself about that one, really. She shouldn't be able to lie to herself anyway! Honestly... she thought, then she laughed, dryly.

She shouldn't be able to lie. She was honesty. Down to its simplest form! But if she wasn't able to lie, then how come... never mind. "The past is the past, eh?" sighed Applejack. "ah guess it needs sorting, huh? Well, there's no time to be a' wastin', ah guess!"

The Acres had spat her back out into the open at just that moment. She still hadn't stopped. She walked on. The first thing that needs doin' is to go and make sure that Pinkie's ok; ah know how she gets when ponies argue. At this, she felt a pang of guilt; she had been the one to start it after all. Right? Or was it... who was it?

It seemed to be a bit tedious at the time. Playing the 'blame game', and all, but she felt that it mattered if she had done it. She sighed. Ah guess ah'll just apologise for what ah know that ah did, instead of finding out what ah don't want to know.
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She arrived at Sugar Cube Corner 15 minutes later. She hesitated when she reached to open the door. She didn't know if Pinkie really wanted to see her, given her circumstances.

She gave in, telling herself, Ya gotta do what ya gotta do, but not knowing if that was the right choice. Okay, sugarcube, there's no turnin' back now!
"Pinkie?" she said, walking in. She turned to Mrs. cake, who was at the counter. "Have ya seen her?"

"She's upstairs... she's pretty upset, just so you know." she replied, looking worried herself.

"I appreciate it, miss."

She went up, to where she knew Pinkie's room to be, leaving a fretting Mrs. Cake. "Pinkie?" she enquired. "Are you in there?" She knocked, then noticing that the door was unlocked. The three, equally spaced beats ran through her head. This is it!

The door opened a crack, seeing a sea-blue eye peek through. Oh Celestia, what have ah done?