The Weak and Pitiful

[Peachy Clean's POV]

"PEACHY!" Yelled my roommate from the bathroom.

I was getting a little sick and tired of her, but I knew that anypony could've come from any scenario, I had to stay "peachy keen"!

But this one was a handful to be roomies with...

"PEEEEEEEAAAAACHYYYYY!" She yelled again, I opened the bathroom door, tightly shutting my eyes, even though indecency will never be an Equestrian crime. She sensed my presence, despite the loud shower running inside, and she threw away the curtains with a dramatic flair.

Or at least I assumed it was dramatic, I still kept my eyes shut.

"How do you expect to live under these conditions?! Not even a bar of soap to clean the filth of commoners?! Despicable!" She rambled on and on buuuut...

"They're under the sink, TRIXIE."

She paused and told me to go away, and I was happy to oblige.

I took the opportunity to go into her room. I was not going to fail this time. I wanted to see if I could figure out why Trixie is like she is, did she have a lonely life? Was she an orphan?

I knew where the answers to these questions was, and it was all in...

THE DIARY

I found the little box she kept it in, and I tried to open it, but it was locked.

The key hung off the side of the box, but that seemed too easy.

Despite the wrongness, I popped open the lock and gingerly opened the box.

There was a note inside on top of an old, worn little book.

The note read, in a surprisingly subtle tone and adequate length

Please just stop what you're doing and leave this book alone forever. Please. This book holds my accursed past, so that I could keep it contained and keep it seemingly unreal. Please be prepared to deal with more pain than you've ever thought was possible.

Please.

This note worried me, and hinted that this book might cause my sympathy for Trixie.

I opened it and began to read...