Bonbon sight softly, finding herself once more walking past the school's music room and stopping in front of the entrance. She couldn't help it. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the beautiful and grand black piano standing on the stage in the corner of the room. Even though she's not there anymore, Bonbon can still see her best friends slink, turquoise coloured fingers dancing across the ebony decorated keys and causing the enchanting instrument to give out powerful, resonating tunes that'd fill the room with it's presence as she played their song.
She have no idea how long she stands in the doorway and stare at that piano, desperately clinging to every single memory of her friend and the instrument that she have, and noree does she care. Time doesn’t matter to her anyway. All she care about is not having to face the facts, not having to realise that she's all alone
Eventually, Bon Bon is dragged away from her memories and forced back into reality by a soft, warm hand placed firmly on her shoulder and sending a chill down her spin. She recognise this hand and it's grip, realise who's there and prepare to run. She did not want to, no, she refused to have an other talk with Vice principal Luna and Principal Celestia about her grades slipping and the increased number of late attendees and classes she hadn’t even show up for at all that which all had been added to her earlier perfect record. They told her they wanted to help but they didn't understand what was going on, that Bon Bon had lost the one person that actually cared for her and thus she didn't need to care about herself , either.
Careful, not wanting to alert that adult of her plan to escape, she remove the hand from her shoulder, turning around to look at the tall women whom the hand belongs to and squeezing it for a few moments before deciding that now was the time and doing a run for it, swishing past the surprised women and rounding a corner a few hundred meters ahead before finally ascending a couple of stairs, sitting down in the protecting shadowy darkness at the top, leaning her head against a locked door that lead god knows where.
I still miss you, L. I really do. I thought I'd maybe get over it with time but it's been so long and I still haven't figured out how I'm supposed to go on without you for the rest of my life. Everyday I walk by that stupid piano, hoping you'll be there, but all I see is the memories of all we had...you promised you’d not leave me L, not ever. But ya did. So now I got to deal with all the questions from people who think they know me. People who think they can help…
‘are you okay Bonnie?’
‘we’re here for you Sweet Drops’
‘You're not alone Bon Bon”
‘I know it's hard but it’ll be better soon Sweetie’
Day out and day in, they continue repeating these lies. I’m not okay. They're not there for me, because they can't be. I AM alone, and most of all, IT’LL NEVER BE BETTER!
After writing the last words, big and ugly across the page, she gave in to her emotions. The pen slipped out of her hand and rolled down the stairs, but she didn't care as she pushed away the notebook from her lap and let it follow the first object down the stairs so that she instead could bury her face in her legs and let the salt water dripping from her face create small, circular stains on her yellow shirt. As the time past and Bon Bon sat there, face buried into her legs, the water pouring from her eyes came in bigger and bigger quantities, her emotions growing and swelling inside her in the same pace as the tears on her face. All pain and anguish of the last six months was once more released and her body was once more shaking with all the emotions she tried to hold back, and it only made her feel worse to know that no matter how much she tried to stay strong, at the end of every day she’d always end up crying her eyes out in a shadowy corner.
Suddenly, in the midst of all the tears and anguish and the oh so loud screaming of the demons in Bon Bon’s head, something happened that had never happened before.
the locked door she was leaning on suddenly opened behind her and she fell backwards into the room, merciless slamming her head into the concrete floor without even understanding what was happening to her.
“Bonnie, where are you? This is not fun anymore! I wanna go home!” A five year old lyra called out, hoping her friend would come out from her hiding place. Unbeknown to her, however, ‘Bonnie’ was sitting in a bush just a few meters away, waiting for the perfect moment and…
“BOOO!” Bonnie exclaimed, jumping out of the bushes and scaring her friend, who only stared back at her angrily and started chasing her through the thick woods and back to her childhood home, where she had lied before she moved to the other side of town.
It had been a beautiful house, and though she hadn’t seen it since she was six years old she still remembered every single detail of the garden with all the massive fruit trees along the fence and the beautiful two floor house with it’s old school red and white painting, and most of all, the great black piano…
“So, Bonnie, what should I play?” Lyra, now fifteen year old and a freshman in High School, ask, seating herself in front of the grand black piano in the school music room and looking back at her friend standing in the doorway.
"Hmm, how about Fur Elise? Or more like Fur Lyra..." Bonbon suggested, giggling at her own joke as her friend simply rolled her eyes and started to play.
Soft tunes escaped the instrument as Lyra's finger slowly started to press the keys on the instrument, adding more and more sounds that all together add up to a beautiful piece of classical music played by the best human Bonbon knew...
While Bobon enjoyed being unconscious more than she’d enjoyed being awake for a very long time, smiling and surrounding her with utter bliss, the student who had opened up the door and caused Bonbon to knock herself unconscious was unbelievably worried. At the same moment had noticed she was bleeding a bit she had called for an ambulance and now she was sitting in a white, clinically clean waiting room at the hospital, her gut twisted with guilt and regret as she waited for positive news, or just any news, it didn’t really matter but Derpy needed something to soothe the emotional chaos ravishing her inside.
I wonder if bonbon knows that she might never wake up again...and if she did, would she care?
Derpy thought, quickly rising from her seat as she saw a doctor approaching her, a concerned look on his face. Derpy swallowed hard. She had no idea what was gonna come and no means of preparing for it…
As the weeks past after the accident, not much stayed the same at Canterlot High School. Everyone knew it had been an accident, but few students were still left unaffected by what had happened…yes you could probably say there was but one thing, that didn’t change during those weeks, and that was the instrument standing on the stage in the music room, also know as the grand black piano.
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Author's Note
Not sure if it was good enough for well...anything, but I looked at my piano at home and then there was no stopping myself... 
if you know the reference!