Solitude

Years pass by like seasons, or days. I wouldn't be able to tell you what year it is. I can't tell you the last time I've seen any other being, besides the writer who I barely ever see. I'm alone. My friends are gone. Pinkamena, bless her soul, died once she came out of insanity. AppleJack died in some crazy fight with someone in the Royal Guard. Luna's mind began to crumble since she became princess. RainbowDash killed herself. FlutterShy was murdered by Rarity, who then took her own life. I'm truly alone. I cannot die, although I wish to. I now sit in the hall of records, reading through my friend's lives. The writer comes by every so often, but we barely say a thing to each other. Actually, I've forgotten what she looks like. I wish desperately to die. I've tried. It won't work. My magic has left me. Wait, what's this? I found a black leather bound book. It says "Rewrite" on the cover. I'm going to ask the writer, if I see her.

You can't tell, but I'm gushing tears right now. She said I can rewrite someone's story. That's what I'm going to do. Everyone's story can be rewritten. If I just write my friends, the princess's and I's then it should set the others on track. I won't miss this place. I need to write. Goodbye.

It went wrong. So wrong.

Help me. Writer, Seers, someone.

Save my soul, at least. Spare me the suffering.

Why did this happen?

Do I deserve this?

WHY?

STOP THE HURTING.

PLEASE.

I DIDN'T KNOW.

IT'S NOT MY FAULT.

STOP THE AGONY.