It wasn't supposed to be this way

Back to Sweetie Belle's Pov

No! It couldn't be! One of my best friends? Dead? It didn't seem real! I headed straight towards the workshop where we were gonna get our wood sculpture cutie marks. Just the thought of death scares me.

"How could one of my best friends pass away so soon? So young?" I asked myself. I stopped and hit the ground with my hoof as hard as i could. But. Wait. My hoof didn't hurt.

"That's weird." I actually then noticed i couldn't feel the ground. I started pounding against it with everything i had but i still couldn't feel it. "The ground must be really soft or something." I told myself. Enough worrying about that, i gotta go say one last goodbye to my friend. I continued down to the workshop.

As i started getting closer to the workshop i could hear the sirens from an ambulence. I went towards the ambulence as fast as i could because i knew it probably had to do with my friends. When i arrived there was a crowd around the ambulence. I tried looking for scootaloo or apple bloom in the huge crowd.

"Scootaloo! Apple bloom!" I screamed. I screamed their names once more but i didn't get an answer. I tried asking mares and stallions if they've seen an orange filly with a purple mane or a yellow filly with a red mane. No one in the crowd answered me. No pony in the crowd even looked at me. I then screamed as loud as i could to see if one pony will at least look at me. Still. No pony looked at me.

"Its probably the sirens" i told myself. "They are really loud." The best i could do now was try to go into the middle of the crowd to see if i could see the dead pony. I squeezed through the crowd without any trouble. It was like i phased right through them. When i got to where the dead filly was i could see that the filly had a white sheet covering its entire body. Next to the sheet-covered filly i could see apple bloom and scootaloo, crying.

"What, i thought that twilight said one of the girls was dead. How is it that both apple bloom and scootaloo are here? Alive?" I thought to myself. I tried asking my friends who the pony under the sheet was. But they didn't answer.

"Yoo hoo! Scootaloo! Apple bloom!" Still. It looked like AB and Scootaloo were too busy wiping their eyes with tears and filling them back up with more tears. A quick thought came to my head. "It must be Bab seed! She's the only other CMC member! The only problem with that was that Babs lived all the way in Manehattan. So who could it be?"

"We're sorry Sweetie belle! It was an accident! We didn't mean to hurt you!" Said AB and scootaloo still crying.

"Sweetie belle? Me? Uhh... guys I'm right here!"

"Now you're gone forever!" Said AB. Gone forever? What were they saying? If they were saying that i was dead then that's impossible! Im standing right here! Scootaloo asked one of the ambulence members if they could lift up the white sheet over the pony's face and say one last goodbye. I couldn't believe what i saw. It was me! Half of my face was broken and blood was still wet from my severe neck wound and all the other deep cuts in my skull. I stood there. The bottom of my mouth was shaking and i was breathing heavily because of the horrid and unbelievable sight. A tear rolled down my left eye, but i didn't notice until it was about to fall off my cheek. When scootaloo lifted up the sheet off my face apple bloom stepped back a little. She couldn't handle the mutilated corpse which was one of her best friends. Scootaloo opened up the backpack that was at her side and pulled out a CMC cape. I could tell it was mine because mine had a stain on it from when i cooked my big sister a huge breakfast, which she called burnt, but i knew was just a bit overcooked. Scootaloo slowly put the cape over my corpse's face and covered it back up with the white sheet.

"We'll miss you sweetie."

"Yeah. I hope you'll be much happier in the afterlife. Just don't forget about us. We won't forget about you!" Said scootaloo and AB. I couldn't bear the thought of me being dead. I ran back to the tree house. Right now i just wanted to be alone with no noise and sadness. The thing was was that i don't think i have any other option. Now that I'm like this...