"P. O. W"

Whirlwind awoke to Celestia humming to her and she could hear the sounds of fillies and colts running to school. Her parents were by the bed and she could tell they had been crying. She herself felt nothing and heard not very much. She had shut down mentally and emotionally.

This state became the norm and no pony could reach to her through her survivor's guilt and PTSD. nights were absolute hell, Luna was always there to shut the nightmares off. She had surrounded herself with pictures in her and her sister's old room. Pictures of her sister when she was alive. The day came when a familiar party mare came around.

"Hello Pinkie Pie, Whirlwind isn't in the mood to see anypony." Pinkie assured the parents that she wouldn't be long. When she got up stairs she saw that Whirlwind was starving herself and had been involved in self harm.

"Hi Whirlwind, tell me about Firestorm? She looks like she was an amazing sister." Silence followed as usual, but then a slight mumble was heard, and a small sniffle.

"She was the best, we were so close! Damn it! I could've saved her! I kept silent as I was ordered to do. She was commanding officer! I swore to protect her! It should've been me Pinkie. I knew more than any officer or princess knew. I'm doing my very best to keep her memories alive, their beginning to wane." After several hours Pinkie left and she had a brilliant idea.

Four Weeks Later

Pinkie bounced in the door of Whirlwind's home and excitedly told the parents she had something special for Whirlwind. The parents told Pinkie that a party to help cheer up Whirlwind wasn't gonna work. With convincing from Pinkie and coaxing they're brought Whirlwind to the cemetery. By the graves that housed the remains of the squad, even the ashes of Firestorm were buried there. A large stone monument had been erected, Limestone, Maud and Marble stood by the life sized monument of the squad. Whirlwind, hugged the statue of her sister and wept. Three flower ponies presented a wreath for each squad member. The wreath for Firestorm was given to Whirlwind who noted that it contained her sister's favorite colors.

As the days and weeks went by, Whirlwind could always be found at her sister's grave and by the monument just talking. She never had the nails removed from her foot, and she missed flying more than anypony knew. Her fractued hip had healed but never reached its former movement. Whirlwind considered herself trash after memories of being violated flooded in every so often. One day she met a stallion who had lost his own sister, Whirlwind over time learned that a mare in her squad named Frigidaire or Fridge by the squad mates was his sister. The pair often met at the graves to grieve and say things they never got to say. They eventually married, even after Whirlwind told him what had been done to her, he still told her that he wanted to marry her. The pain and hell she went Through proved to him that her strength under pressure proved she was a more precious diamond to him.