Harpstrings Bring Us Sorrow
It was sunset, Sunday, June 5, 2015. Bon Bon dilly-dallied in her house, searching for her resume.
"Bon Bon! Aren't you ready to go yet, silly?"
Pinkie Pie yelled through the rolled down window.
"We're going to be late! I'm coming!"
Bon Bon raced down the stairs with her resume barely still in her hand.
Pinkie Pie had gotten Bon Bon a job interview at another branch of Sugarcube Corner, and had offered to drive her there. But with her clunky old 2006 Saturn, it was hardly an offer, and Bon Bon had been persuaded to be driven in it. After she climbed in, she shut the door and immediately Pinkie sped off. They passed lots of neighbourhoods and villages, and Canterlot High even, until they got to the highway.
Some jerk was switching lanes back and forth quickly, but Pinkie Pie didn't even seem to notice as she sang along to the radio.
Suddenly she pulled into their path and was abruptly smashed into. The door became dented in. Pinkie screamed as the car skidded sideways out of control, into a railing and smashed through it. The car rolled down a hill with both of them crying and screaming. Bon Bon was flung out of the car and landed on Main Street with a sickening crunch. Pinkie could hardly breathe, paralysed from horror and fear, as an SUV ran over Bon Bon's already quickly becoming limp body. Bon Bon let out a shriek so incredibly horrible that Pinkie began to cry again as all she could do was watch her friend die in the most horrible of ways. Blood poured out of a deep cut in Bon Bon's left arm. Her eyes were glazed over and rolled back in her head, and just how limp she was was sickening in itself.
By the time the ambulance had gotten there, it was already too late. Pinkie had moved Bon Bon to the grass to be respectful; she already knew what would happen to her and sobbed silently. The paramedics took Bon Bon away anyway, they wanted to give her stitches before the burial. Pinkie lay on the grass staring into nowhere for hours. She had been scarred for life watching Bon Bon die, and the only thing she could do was play it over and over in her mind. Finally she burst into tears, knowing that the memory would never go away.
Eagerly Lyra tapped the arrow keys on her computer. Her headset was lopsided and her hair was messy and disheveled. Countless snack wrappers lay on the ground. Lyra played for a good 30 more minutes until she got the call.
"Hello?" said Lyra into the cellphone.
She heard a sob on the other end.
"This is...Pinkie...Pie. I need to tell you something...meet me at the Canterlot High... grounds right now...okay?"
Lyra had a terrible feeling about this.
"Okay..."
Pinkie Pie hung up. Lyra sank down into her beanbag chair. A knot grew in her stomach. She chucked the phone onto the couch, put on her hoodie, and left. Although the walk to her school was long, it felt like a second, because Lyra didn't want to get there. The terrible, horrible feeling seemed to grow with each step, and when she got there it was almost enough to make her throw up.
Pinkie Pie twiddled her thumbs. Then she adjusted her bra strap. She was twirling a strand of hair around her finger when Lyra asked,
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
"Yes." choked Pinkie.
There was a silent, sickening pause.
"Bon Bon...well..." Pinkie sobbed in between words.
"Bon Bon died brutally in a car accident. I was...I was there, and it was...my fault...because...I ...wasn't driving good..."
Lyra's irises shrank to the size of pinpricks. She stood there freakishly still.
Then she ran, screaming and crying, into the darkened Canterlot High school. Lyra locked the door behind her.
No one should have to see what she was about to do. Her footsteps grew heavier and heavier as she reached her destination: the janitor's closet. She pulled a thick rope from a box and walked slowly to the gym. She stood on the bleachers and tied it to the ceiling fan, making a noose just big enough for her head and neck. Then, taking a deep breath, she put her head into the noose and jumped off the bleachers. Immediately her neck snapped and her body hung lifelessly.
Lyra's last thought was Hello again my love
