The Kindest Smile

She looked around, she realized she was in a rocky clearing, with patches of grass spread around every 3 feet or so. "Hahahahahahahahahaha..." She heard filly's laughter. "nananananana" A mocking sound came out of the same direction. "Who-who's Th-Th-there?" Fluttershy inquired so quietly it was almost silent. The other fillies were here to mock her? The Mare in the Moon? Her Father? The last option was the most frightening of them all. But, it was her fault, SHE killed her mother... "P-please d-don't hurt me..." she heard only her heart beat. The words had come out breathlessly as if she hadn't said anything at all. By now a river of blood was pouring from where she lay. More laughter echoed through the rocks. "g-get away!" this time she was loud enough to be heard over her heart beat but nopony else could have heard her, nopony at all... She was alone. She was going to die here. "Blood?" This time she herd a colt's voice. " H-h-help!" She screamed. Now this was a real scream, she couldn't die. She would do everything she could to make it up to her mom if she could just get out of here. Suddenly she blacked out, she heard squeals of terror but she couldn't open her eyes. She was cold, so cold. And she smelled a soothing scent of milk, no honey, just milk. Her legs went numb, followed by her head and then her entire body. Numb, not a thing. So this was it. This was what death felt like. She wouldn't even be able to her mom I love you one last time. She would go to the moon. She deserved to be imprisoned there as a ghost. It was obvious she would suffer even after she died. It was inevitable. She wouldn't even be able to see her mom in the sun, where good ponies go. Suddenly a painful shattering sensation reappeared in her body. Was this good? or did this mean she was getting closer to dying? What if she was already dead? the pain grew and grew. It wouldn't stop. She wanted to shriek, but she couldn't make a sound. And yet it grew and grew. Love, hunger, sadness, thirst, cold. Everything came upon her as she thought: this is it I'm dying. No tears, no goodbyes, just dying. She boiling and freezing all at once. It was agonizing. Celestia had made sure she would suffer. No more sounds. The feelings stopped. It was all emptiness. Even her train of thought had stopped. Her heart had frozen in her chest. And yet a small thumping noise began to rise in her ears. There was a show of brilliant rainbow colors...