The Tears I've Cried, The Scars I've Gained... This Is My Story
For anyone who cares to listen, my name is Pinkamina Diane Pie. I would usually tell ponies to call me Pinkie Pie. I`ve screwed that up now. But, before I tell you about my current struggles, I need to tell you about the thing that haunts me at night and dictates my every move... my past.
I grew up on a rock farm, alone and segregated from everypony. When I went to school I was teased, tormented and abused. I wouldnt smile, nor would I play. The fillies and colts called me stupid, a waste of space, a nuisance, thing and the pony no one cares about. It may seem over exaggerated, but everypony hated me. They hated me for multiple reasons, because I have opinions, I am pink and I dont worship the ground they walk on. Most of them just hated me because I wasn`t them, I would always pride myself on my originality and my uniqueness. I had creativity, they had superficiality.
Each day they would beat me up. I would get punched, kicked and hit. The teacher just watched it happen. I would fight back and when I did, the teacher would finally notice. Because I defended myself I was expelled. I was happy, each day I would come home crying, not like anypony cared, but now I could be free. ...or so I thought. I was forced to work day by day moving rocks or collecting rocks. It was not 'living'.
My parents disrespected me for being a 'troublemaker'. I always thought that they just didn`t care about me, but it was worse, I heard them talking one day. They were talking about how mom wished that I had been aborted. My father suggested boarding school and adoption. I ran into the room screaming, begging them to keep me. I cried myself to sleep that night. My two sisters just listened.
I dont know if they loved me. I cant exactly ask them, they died a few years ago. Freak accident, it was just the wrong place at the wrong time. I didnt cry at their funeral. I didnt go to their funeral. I couldn`t stand to be near that place.
Anyways, one day as I was shoving rocks I saw this... explosion that resulted in a rainbow. The colors around me were just shades of grey and brown. I finally saw color! I saw six beautiful colors! Red, purple, blue, green, yellow and orange. It was the best thing ever, in my eyes.
My perfectly straight mane was blown curly, my eyes filled with wonder and my mouth stuck in a permanent smile. I had an idea. I thought, Hey I should throw a party to commemorate this! That`s when I first got my randomness. I pulled party supplies out of nowhere. I decorated a whole room in a short period of time. Things were looking up for me.
I rushed to grab my family, perhaps I could impress them. Then, they would surely love me. I brought them out there and showed them the room. I looked at them... eagerly for the first time. I was proud of something that I created. It was an unusual, but not unwelcome feeling.
I expected a response, but I got quivering lips and confused ponies. Surprisingly, out of nowhere they got happy. I was ecstatic. I figured that if they smiled at me then they care about me. We partied and had fun. I thought that we could always have fun, but they saw it as a one time thing. When I got my cutie mark, they were horrified.
'Balloons? As a cutie mark?! Its sick! Its stupid! This is unacceptable! You are a disgrace! You have disgraced your whole family!' They took away my room. They took away my bed. They took away any shred of happiness left in my life. I slept outside in the shed. My family kept me because they needed me to work. I spent the summer on the farm, I was grounded until I left that house forever. Each time they looked at me with my new hairstyle they would grimace at me.
When I went back to school the next year I was picked on even more. 'What kind of cutie mark are balloons?! You throw parties! Big whoop! Go crawl back in the hole that you came from you idiot!' They made fun of my look, my personality and my job. Everypony did chores or foalsitting. I moved rocks.
I couldnt handle the stress. I would cry everyday. I would sometimes try cutting myself. It just brought me more pain. What I needed was love and compassion. I know that that doesnt exist now.
I would just hang out by myself throughout my whole life. When I got to be a teen I moved out as fast as I could. I collected my small amount of things, said goodbye to my sisters, started running and never looked back.
I began living on the streets. I would look in stray newspapers for jobs. Often, I didnt eat any food. I would go a week at a time without food. I was never clean. Even if I bathed for hours I wouldnt feel clean anymore. After being a 'hobo' you can`t feel clean again.
One day I found a job as a waitress at a place called Sugarcube Corner. I traveled for about a day to get to Ponyville where the place was located.
I walked into the small establishment. There were two adult ponies at the counter. I walked up to them nervously. 'My name is Pinkamina Diane Pie. I would like to work as a waitress.' They looked at me thoroughly.
'Are you homeless?!' The mare asked.
'Y- Yes...'
'Do you need a place to stay?' The stallion asked.
'Yeah.' The two of them looked at each other and then asked me if I wanted to stay with them. I looked at the two of them skeptically. They had just met me and they were offering their home to me? 'Are you kidding me Ms...'
'Mrs. Cake. This is my husband Carrot Cake. I am Cup Cake. And, no. We want you to work with us and live upstairs. Don`t question it. Take this opportunity. You look like a bright, young mare.' I had begun crying and I threw my arms around them.
After that, I worked for them for about a year. They bought me a pet alligator for my birthday. It was an odd gift, but it was the first gift I had ever received so I cherished him and named him Gummy due to his lack of teeth.
One day, Mrs. Cake was having a hard time with the fancy icing designs so I walked into the kitchen and did it for her. I don`t know how I knew it, but I knew how to frost cake and decorate it too! Soon she promoted me to cake designer helper/waitress. I loved it! Then, her and Mr. Cake got sick and they told me to just sell the pre made cakes. Those cakes ran out after an hour. I knew that I had to do something so I began baking. I turned the recipe into a song and then started. I made muffins, cupcakes, cake, cookies and various other goodies. The two of them noticed my talent and they promoted me to head baker.
From then on I was always singing and making cakes. I would meet many ponies. One mare gave me the nickname Pinkie. It stuck. Many ponies began hanging out with me. I loved it there. Everypony was your friend and I really liked having friends. I promised myself one afternoon that I would live every day to the fullest and I would make as many friends as I could. I also promised myself that I would throw a party someday.
About a month later, someday came. I was asked to throw a party for a new pony. Her name was Applejack. I threw together a party that I found mediocre, but everypony else looked at in awe. Applejack herself thanked me. We began talking and we had a lot in common. We both had bad childhoods and lived in a working family. We became instant friends and she was the first pony I ever called my best friend. She introduced me to her friends. Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Rarity.
I really liked all of them a lot. By the end of the week I had gained four friends. Then on, we would always hang out. After a while I became fun. I got this thing AJ calls my Pinkie Sense and I began throwing parties for every new pony. I would always joke and play. It was the childhood I never had.
Two years later a lavender unicorn entered Ponyville. Turns out that her name was Twilight Sparkle. I introduced her to my friends and by the end of the day I had gone on a wild journey, laughed at trees, found out that I was the element of laughter, defeated Nightmare Moon and met both princesses. That day I cried tears of happiness. I saw two sisters reunite and I actually cried tears of joy!
For a while I was happy. I had friends, a job and a good life. Until, I went crazy one day after I concluded that my friends didnt like me or my parties. I was too fragile to handle the pain of losing my friends. I went crazy and started talking to inanimate objects. My friends saw my true side. I was mad, maniacal and crazy. I scared them. I hurt them. I lost their respect. They all called me insane and so did the town. I couldnt handle it. I packed up my stuff and ran. I didn`t know where I was going, but I ran.
I couldnt go back home. I couldnt go to Ponyville. I don`t fit in anywhere. I moved into a little apartment in Baltimare. I got a job at one of the shops, but nopony liked me. Baltimare was a tough place. I mostly stayed in.
One time, I walked home and found that I had been robbed. All of my savings were gone. I couldn`t pay rent and I was kicked out.
Now we have reached where I am currently. I live in the corner of sorrow and despair. My life has crumbled beneath my feet and I have nothing left.
I tell you this story because I want you to smile. I want you to be nice to your peers. Please, just laugh or smile once in a while... for me. I just need one smile and everything will be okay. I want you to be nice to one person. Make them smile and continue my legacy. Please, dont forget about me. My name is Pinkamina Diane Pie, I give you this advice, dont lose yourself.
