Pinkie Floyd: The Wall

The wall was finished, officially. Pinkie could feel nothing, so nothing could hurt her.

Almost immediately, she wondered if she'd made the right decision in finishing the wall. It was going to be incredibly lonely. More than anything, at the current moment, she wished for a friend who wouldn't hurt her. Of course, no such people existed in all of Equestria.

Pinkie sat with her ear against the wall nearest to the door, just in case Thunderlane had gone and called the cops, or someone intended to get in and reach her. Unfortunately, she couldn't be reached.

Pinkie longed to be felt. She longed to be touched. Not in any dirty way per say, but in any way. She felt extremely lonely and brooding just then. But at the same time, so numb.

"Hey you," she said gently, reassuring herself that she was alive. She thought about Braeburn. She thought about Thunderlane. She thought about anyone who could possibly listen to her. It did appear that all of her chances were blown.