Pinkie Floyd: The Wall

Pinkie lounged in her chair once more, a cigarette burning in her hand. She watched it burn slowly, never blowing it out. She loved to see it crumble to ash, just like she found her life to be doing. She could practically see the wall now, cold and tall and gray.

She stared intently forward, then remembered something she had from a long time ago. She stood, went to her bedroom, and searched through all of her suitcases. After several minutes of fruitless searching, she stumbled upon something quite precious.

She found a notebook, the one she had written down everything in as a foal. It had a rugged little leather cover and a lot of pages were torn out of it. At one point in time it had been her mother's, but Pinkie needed it more now. She gingerly flipped through the pages, carefully reading the poems. For some reason they did not affect her very much.

She did think of running through fields as a small child, the harvest sunshine smiling down upon her. It had been so warm and fun in that golden light, and she missed those times a little.

Pinkie flipped to one of the last pages, and found a pen among her bags. She quietly wrote a poem.

Goodbye cruel world,

I'm leaving you today.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Goodbye, all you people,

There's nothing you can say

To make me change my mind.

Goodbye.

Pinkie walked to the front door of her hotel room and locked it. She locked everyone else out. She was officially in a catatonic state of mind, having adjusted the last few bricks on her wall. Everything was in place.

And then it became clear. The wall was immense, and she saw it right in front of her. In front of the wall, Pinkie was naked. She stood up on her hind legs, desperately scraping it. Her hoof was still bleeding, and blood dripped down to her delicate pink shoulder. The warm, runny liquid was sticky and unpleasant. She reached up as high as possible, trying to get her hooves over the wall, but she couldn't. It was too tall. Her hooves explored all around the wall desperately, aiming to tug bricks loose, but everything was in place.

Pinkie realized then that she had been a fool. Not only had her wall locked others out, but she'd just locked herself in.