"That party was stupid."
*WHACK*
"And to think that this is your special talent."
*WHACK*
"Which only means you're stupid."
*CRUNCH*
"P-please stop..."
"Stop? You want me to stop? Heh heh."
*WHACK* *WHACK* *CRACK* *CRUNCH*
"Idiot," Pinkie was on the ground, holding her head as an older filly stood above her. Pinkie's body was littered with bruises, her head and snout bleeding as well. "See ya, you big baby," the yellow filly said, before walking off out of sight. Pinkie, wiping her nose of the blood, got up herself and headed home. She continued to hold her head, while the bleeding was stopping, the throbbing pain wasn't. Once she finally reached her home, she opened the door and walked in, being greeted by her dad, once again surrounded by beer bottles. He glanced at her, turned back to looking forward and sighed.
"This is the seventh time you've walked in here, beaten to shit. Not only is it bad enough that you can't fight for crap, but you also plan on running a pastry shop when you get older..." Xan said in a deep, emotionless sounding voice.
"A-actually, it's a sweet sh-AAHH!" The pink filly yelped as a beer bottle hit her head, reopening the wound.
"I didn't ask for your clarification!" Xan yelled. "Get to your room. Now." He said going back to watch his television. Pinkie, now in tears, climbed the stairs to her room. Once in her room and closing the door, she fell to the floor, silently sobbing to herself. The pain on her may heal, but the pain in her will not.
"Pinkie?" Twilight asked. While talking to the pink mare, she had just started staring off into space, seeming deep in thought. "Pinkie," she said once more, snapping her fingers in front of her face. That seemed to have done, after blinking a few times, Pinkie looked at Twilight, flashing her a smile.
"Yes Twilight?" She asked in her usual cheerful demeanor.
"You just started staring off into space, is everything alright?" Twilight asked, concerned for her friend. This was one of the first times Pinkie had ever zoned out like that, and while Pinkie was naturally... well, unnatural, it was a raise of concern for the princess of magic.
"Yeah, everything is fine, Twilight. Hey! You know what? I just thought of something! We should throw a party!" Pinkie exclaimed, running around Twilight.
"A party? Is there a special occasion?" Twilight asked, trying her hardest to keep her eyes on the energetic pink mare.
"Nope! But that doesn't mean it's not a good time to have a party!" At this point, Pinkie was doing cartwheels around the bakery.
"Well, I guess you're right. Do you need help setting up decorations or getting the food ready?" Twilight asked. She knew there was no way in talking Pinkie Pie out of throwing a party, not that she minded going to one.
"I'm alright Twilight, I've got that all under control. Buuut, you can let our friends know about it! I should get everything done in an hour or two, so if you can let them know, that would be great!"
"Okay, I'll do just that Pinkie," as the words left the purple mare's mouth, Pinkie Pie enveloped her into a bone crushing hug.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Pinkie said in rapid succession.
"You're... welcome Pinkie, but... air!" Twilight gasped out. Opening her eyes wide, Pinkie quickly let go of Twilight, allowing her to get a huge breath of air.
"Sorry," Pinkie said with a sheepish grin. She then quickly turned around, heading up the stairs to her room. "I'll see you in a bit Twilight. Bye!"
"Bye Pinkie," Twilight said once she could breath normally, heading out of Sugarcube corner, looking back and waving. Pinkie waved back with a giant smile on her face. Once Twilight was out of sight, Pinkie rushed into her room, and silently closed the door behind herself. When the click of the door was heard, Pinkie let out a deep sigh, putting her back against the door and slowly sinking to the floor. She brought a hand up to her face and wiped a few tears from her eyes. She was moving around a lot to make sure Twilight wouldn't see the tears in her eyes. She didn't want her friends to know of her abusive past, she didn't want them worrying about her.
She just wanted them to be happy, and the only way she knew how was to be a good friend and giving them parties. Wiping another tear away from her eyes, Pinkie picked herself up, getting ready for the party. While she was emotionally scarred, she wouldn't let that be the ruiner of her, or the end of her. She's made it this far, she's survived this many days, weeks, months and years, she will continue to push forward. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not even him.
"Yeah," she said to herself, beginning to set up decorations for the party she will be hosting in a few hours, "I may have gone through hell as a filly, even after I realized my special talent. But I won't let that bring me down, depression or not, I will live my life to the fullest. Even if it kills me," she paused for a moment, before giggling to herself. "Well, that doesn't make sense, I can't live if I'm dead," she said, seeming to be back in her cheerful mood. "I'll make this day the best, then the next, and the next. Nothing can stop me from doing that."
'Yup, those were the good days. The days when life wasn't crap, and niave little me thinking I could make everyday an enjoyment for myself. Oh how wrong was I, now that all the males are dead after... that incident. And this isn't the situation of me being 'Oh no, now I'll never get a coltfriend', no, ponies are dying out. We have no way of repopulating, it's only a matter of time before the adults die, then the teenagers, then the kids.'
