The pink pony sat in here chair as it gently rocked back and forth. Many a pony would look at her with recognition and then wince when her cold blank stare hit them in full force.
The pony looked down at the old withered book in her lap and gently ran a shaky hoof over all the small bumps and crevices. Slowly she opened the book and tried not to look at the memories she had look forgotten her eyes brimming with tears.
There was one last page left. It was cold to the touch not warmed with memories. The pony reached over and lifted a pen into her mouth and started to write.
" Hello. If you have read it this far then you have a better grasp of my life then I. I sincerely welcome you to the last page of this book and therefore I invite you to join my last few moments with me.
You may think I'm being over dramatic after all it's "only a diary." If this is you than I admire your innocence.
I was once full of enthusiasm for life believe it or not. I woke up each day inspired by the mere sound of the birds chirping or Ponyville's gentle hustle and bustle. I was much of a morning person. I loved the red hues of dawn and the soft pale colours of twilight. Now days I feel despondent looking at either knowing that one day I will wake up and not a even recognise the colours of my own coat let alone the colours of daybreak and sunset.
I feel like today will be my last which is why I am scribbling down each word at supersonic speed. Normally I can only feel a few memories trickle out like a small stream. Today feels like there's a waterfall rushing out of my head leaving me with little else but air. There is nothing I can do to stop it.
I remember Granny Pie dieing much the same way. I was holding her when she died and she looked at me with no recognition in her eyes just a blank stare.
The cruelly ironic thing is that when I was older I wanted to be a childminder or a babysitter so that i could make ponies smile even when my body was unable to run or jump energetically like I used to. But now I all I do is complain cut down long before my prime. I miss the good old days. I don't want to die like this I don't. It's not fair I have never done anything bad I always ate my veggies I always listened to my parents so why did cruel fate pick me. I don't want to die like this I don't. I don't want to be alone.
Cheese Sandwich walked in slowly to his house in case his wife was asleep. He softly and silently put the groceries away. He was in the midst of placing a bag of carrots into the cupboard when he heard gentle murmuring sounds coming from the other room.
Cheese stood up and starting trotting to the other room. He walked into the room and saw no pony in there "Hello" He called softly. He looked around when suddenly he heard a muffled sob come from down by his hoof. Cheese looked down and saw his dishevelled wife curled in a ball on the floor.
Pinkie looked up slowly into the caring worried eyes of her husband. " I don't want to die this way." She whispered before her eyes welled up with tears and she collapsed sobbing onto the shoulders of her husband.
Chees gently held Pinkie and stroked her back to calm her. Finally she stopped crying and all that was left was a sniffle.
"Here" Cheese said "Let me get you a chocolate muffin. Just calm down it will all be okay." He carefully lifted his wife and placed her in her chair before walking calmly into the kitchen.
When Cheese got into the kitchen he started silently freaking out. His wife... These bouts of depression were getting worse. Cheese had already asked the doctor but they said that they would give Pinkie more medicine. At that point Cheese stormed out of the room. He didn't want Pinkie to become pill pony. The doctors knew nothing.
Cheese hung his head in defeat and started preparing the muffin.
I'm sorry about that temporary lapse. I miss the happy go lucky person I used to be. In the end it matters not what my metal situation is because soon the utmost importance of me will no longer exist.
Now I know that this is much shorter than all my other diary entries but I have nothing to talk about. I have been sitting in the same place for 6 weeks and I can't remember half my life. But I need you all to know. This desease is not just an annoyance like many think. It is a horrible ticking time bomb waiting to explode..
Cheese gently nudged his wife out of her furious scribbling. "Here. I brought you your muffin your highness." Pinkie looked up in at cheese and her eyebrows furrowed. " Thank you... Kee- Kees - Che!" Cheese stopped his wife mid struggle. Even though his heart felt like it was tearing in half, Cheese kept a smile on his face.
Cheese pushed the muffin towards Pinkie. She looked at him blankly. "Sorry Granny Pie tells me never to take food from strangers." Pinkie looked down and continued scribbling in her diary. Cheese's eyes filled with tears. He couldn't keep this up any longer. He had lost Pinkie Pie forever.
Cheese slumped out of the house and headed to Twilights. She would need to be told about Pinkie. Seeing as she was Princess she wold have to be informed. Informed. Informed... Such a heartless word for the loss of a pony. Pinkie... Cheese collapsed onto the floor as wailed. Nothing would be the same again.
A random stallion just offered me a muffin. Its a shame Granny Pie always tells me to not take things from strangers. I could do with a muffin. I'm so hungry and sad. Why am I sad. I'm going to see Granny soon. We will have tea and she can tell me how I can get my cutie mark and how I can get off this darn farm. Granny I'm coming. Soon I will see you again.
Author's Note
Please say how I could improve the story and enjoy- well... you know what I mean.
