Two Birds With One Stone
Written by KingSombraTheTyrantRuler
I...I don't know where to begin. Or even how to. Never once in my life did I think that I'd be sitting at a desk, writing in a diary. I've always held the notion that diaries are for weak ponies. But I'm weak, aren't I? I did let her die after all...
...Perhaps I should start with introductions. I'm Rumble, the younger (and only) brother of Thunderlane. I'm not as well known as my brother, but once the latest issue of The Ponyville Star and other newspapers are published, I guess I will be.
No, I didn't do anything bad, but I didn't do anything good either. Because of me, a filly died. She was killed.
Her name was Sweetie Belle. The sister of The Element Of Generosity- Rarity, and she was the filly who was known all over Equestria for being able to sing loud enough to shatter glass. The filly who was often thought to be my marefriend. ...The filly who loved me.
Everyday in the classroom, she would smile at me. Not a single day would go by without her telling me how much she loved me.
When Miss Cheerilee's back was turned, she'd throw somewhere close to a hundred chits at me, none of which I responded to.
There was this one time Cheerilee caught her, and I said that Sweetie had been endlessly throwing chits at me, that I hadn't a single thing to do with it.
When Cheerilee turned away, Sweetie wrote on her book: 'Note to self: Do not talk to Rumble for a week' and showed it to me. Only to give me a letter half an hour later saying she'd forgiven me. That she found it hard to stay mad at me. Dear Sweet Celestia, Sweetie Belle truly loved me.
And what did I do in return? Nothing. She gave me her heart, and I just gave it away. The lyrics 'Last Hearths Warming I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away' comes to my mind.
I hate myself. I want to rip every single bucking feather out of my wings. I want to jump into the deepest pits of Tartarus and get killed by the hot lava.
If only- it's all my fault that Sweetie's dead. I could've saved her, or done something other than just standing there like a total idiot when she jumped in front of me and took the bullet.
If I weren't Thunderlane's brother, if I hadn't been born, then this wouldn't have happened.
Every well known pony has both admirers and haters, and Thunderlane was no exception to this.
Some of his haters had come up with a plan to cause him grief. They thought that by killing me, they would... They'd make him so sad he'd kill himself out of pain.
But their plan didn't succeed, because they shot Sweetie instead of me.
I run a hoof through my mane, sighing. And then I continue.
She said she'd stick her hooves in a blender, for me. She'd jump in front of a running train for me. That she'd take a thousand bullets to the chest, with a smile on her face, for me.
And one bullet was all it took to end everything.
I wipe my eyes as I recall Sweetie's death.
Sweetie shouldn't have died. They wanted to kill me. I should be the one who is deep in the ground right now.
But I'm alive. I'm still alive. Death is the thing I fear most, because it's an end to everything.
Some ponies believe that after you die, there's nothing. Others believe that when you die, you go to heaven or hell, based on your actions. Everypony has their own beliefs.
Sweetie died to save me. I know that what I'm about to do will make her death be in vain, but I've suffered enough.
It's too painful to live. Every second I stay alive, voices in my head tell me how much of a failure I am.
I failed to save Sweetie Belle. I failed to return her love. I failed to even... I failed to appreciate her.
I always took her for granted.
The voices tell me that I should die. That I should just end it all.
Nopony would miss me. After all, who would miss a pony that's the cause of another's death?
The answer is nopony. Nopony would.
There's nothing to live for. I've got nothing.
I put the quill down for a few seconds, taking deep breaths to steady myself.
With tears rolling down my muzzle, I continue writing.
I deserve to die. But the only question is, how?
What should I use to kill myself?
I could stab myself, make small cuts all over my body and die from blood loss, hang myself, jump to the ground and die that way, I could drown myself, burn myself to death, or...
There's so many ways that it's hard to choose.
But I'm not gonna use any of them.
I'm going to shoot myself dead.
I deserve to die the same painful death that Sweetie did. The death that was meant for me.
I have the gun. After shooting Sweetie, a couple of ponies had come and the murderer had fled for his life.
I had picked the gun up and kept it with me.
I make sure that the gun is loaded.
That gun is the one that was used to end Sweetie's life.
And now it's going to be used for it's original task. It's going to be used to end my life.
Sweetie took the bullet to save me. To make sure I could live to see another day.
I know what I'm about to do is going to make her death- her sacrifice be in vain, but...
I can't take it anymore. The pain is too much to live with.
Just too much.
I shoot myself in the chest as I write:
Perhaps the haters' plan did succeed after all. They got two birds with one stone.
Author's Note
Hey guys! Here's a new story for y'all!
Don't worry, I'm not going through suicidal thoughts, (though I was a few days ago) nor is my crush dead.
And I 100% didn't die to save him. 
Because if I did, how would I have been able to give y'all this story?
Now, you might be wondering "what inspired Sombra to write this story?"
Well, here's the answer. You know when you have a close friend/person you like?
You might think: I wonder what they're feeling, or you just want to see things through their P.O.V.
I just felt like writing a story through my crush's P.O.V, if I had died to save him.
There's your answer.
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