Today I die.
Perhaps I should have seen this coming.
All those times I’ve been outside, daring.
All those times I’ve been practicing, preparing.
All for this. My end.
In a simple cot.
My friends stand around me. They look with mixtures of fear.
Mixtures of sadness.
Mixtures of pain.
Somehow, they can tell.
The doctors said everything would be alright.
I feel myself going.
My destination unknown.
I only know it’s away from here.
I had so much ahead of me!
A promised professional!
Yet one of my simple and idiotic mistakes will kill me.
It makes me so mad!
Rainbow Dash, star athlete~
Killed by a rock.
A weird landing.
Just in the stomach.
Piercing.
My.
Body.
I could feel it in there.
I tried to pull myself off of it.
It prodded my insides.
Feeling.
Feeling my body.
Touching.
Touching my guts.
Killing.
Killing me.
Why me?!
Why must I die this way?
My friends cry.
Their tears make me want to bawl.
But I’m too tough.
I need to be strong.
Scootaloo stands here.
She doesn’t understand why everyone is upset.
She rubs my feathers.
It feels nice, comforting.
I feel the love.
Love.
Huh.
Something I never had.
Not like I wanted it anyway!
It would get in the way of my performing for the Wonderbolts.
Something… I didn’t accomplish.
Huh.
The doctors came back.
They said I was going to die.
Nothing I didn’t already know.
Everyone left.
The atmosphere of the room was too oppressive, I guess.
I wonder where I’ll go.
Will it be happy, fun, and always spring?
Will it be dark, depressing, and disturbing?
Will I be in limbo, watching my world spin?
I just wish I knew!
This is so dumb!
Why did I have to die?!
Couldn’t it have been somepony else?!
I can’t be with my friends anymore!
What kind of loyalty is that?!
Ugh.
Maybe… it’s okay.
I’ve lived a somewhat good life.
Good, good friends.
They’ve always been there for me.
Catching me when I fall.
And when they stumbled,
I was there for them.
Heh.
I guess I really did love.
Not…
Lovey-dovey love.
Friendship love.
And that’s the best kind of love.
The doctors checked back in.
They told me I had about ten minutes.
I’ve come to terms with myself now.
I’m meant to die.
This is my destiny.
To die loved.
To die in the memory of others.
That’s how I’m going to be famous.
I’ll live in the hearts of the ones I love…
Forever.
Oooh…
I can see the darkness…
Goodbye…
Today I lost a friend.
Somepony close.
Somepony who mattered to me.
Somepony I cared for.
Why?
Why did she die?
She had so much ahead of her.
A promised professional!
Everypony’s depressed.
They’re all inside.
I’m sitting under my apple trees.
Thinking.
Some think I’m a simple mare.
Just going about my daily business.
Bucking the trees mindlessly.
Nopony realizes-
Nopony realizes I write these poems.
My free time hobby.
Not that I have much of that.
True- most the time I spend my days working for my family.
True- I have had my share of bullheaded and outright stupid comments.
I just want her back.
We two were close.
Competitive, but close..
Heck, I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t my best friend.
Now she’s gone.
In a grave in a lonely cemetery.
The wind is always colder there, it seems.
It nips at your hooves, like hungry little piranhas.
The mood of the place doesn’t help either.
You get chills from the look alone.
The pain.
The pain is so much.
Just knowing I’ll never see her again is too much…
I think I need to leave.
To leave this place.
I can’t…
I can’t do this anymore…
I hear Cherry Jubilee is hiring…
Huh.
It’s been ten years now.
In fact, I’ve been counting.
Today was the day she died.
Today was the day she messed my life up.
A storm.
Just a storm.
Should have been, anyway.
A lot of the weather team was still dealing with a hurricane in Trottingham.
Somehow, it became stronger.
Came right over Ponyville.
Right over the barn.
It… was night.
They were asleep.
So it was painless.
The pain it caused was worse.
I quit my new job.
I left for the hills.
I’ve just been writing.
Writing, writing, writing.
I’m not as strong anymore.
I couldn’t buck to save my life.
All I’m doing is writing, writing, writing.
I found a cave.
I took my quill, and dipped into the murky water.
This poem is on a wall.
Writing, writing, writing.
Just writing.
Too useless to do anything but write.
I eat the grass.
It’s awful.
Write about the taste.
The winters are bitter.
I have no protection.
Write about the cold.
I see cities in the distance.
I see ponies playing in these hills.
See ponies happy.
Write about the ponies.
Write about Rainbow Dash.
Write about my lost friends.
Write about dead family.
WHY?!
WHY CAN’T I BE HAPPY?
CAN I NOT HAVE MY LIFE BACK?!
I TRY TO SMILE!
I really do.
But…
THE PAIN.
I CAN’T MOVE MY LIPS FROM THEIR LOCKED POSITION!
I could go back.
I could walk all the way to Ponyville.
No no. I couldn’t.
They wouldn’t accept me for abandoning them.
They’d spit at my hooves.
They’d laugh at my misshapen body.
The dirt in my mane.
The scars on my face.
I’ll show them.
I’ll show them I’m strong!
I can take all this pain, and use it as momentum to walk home.
What home?
The one that burned to ashes?
And after ten years they probably won’t even remember me, let alone let me live with them.
And because of the atrocities I’ve done in my time,
such as leave when they needed me most,
they surely won’t let me in.
Or maybe…
WHY RAINBOW DASH?!
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?!
YOU’VE CAUSED ME SO MUCH PAIN…
IT HURTS ME RAINBOW DASH!
BECAUSE YOU WERE PLAIN STUPID!
I JUST WANT YOU…
I want you back.
(Dedicated to Ghost Cobbraaa)
