1st of February.
I am starting this diary as a way of coping, I guess. Teach said that after the death of a close friend it's good to keep track of the days and my thoughts. After a year or something I have to present this to her and she'll see how Scootaloo’s death effected me. Here are my throughts, I guess.
Why did Scootaloo have to die? Did she deserve it? Was it my fault? Was it simply an accident? If it was an accident then it would mean that I could die at any moment. I don't want to die, I want to live.
I just wish I could bring Scootaloo back.
2nd
Applejack asked me to help out with the fallen trees, and moving them. I said I didn't feel like going out. I said I was sick so I could get out of it. She just sighed and left me to write this diary. I cut my leg when I fell out of bed when I leaned too far. I think I cut it on a splinter. I didn't yell out in pain. For some reason, I kept looking at the blood. I must have been staring at it for thirty minutes. I guess it's just an effect of trauma.
5th
Sorry, diary. I haven't been keeping up. I keep having this weird nightmare. Scootaloo is looking at me in this corridor that had strange walls and floors that bent around in ways that... didn’t really make sense. It was like it was made out of rotten seaweed, and was plant-ish, like I was walking on a dead leaf. She is slowly turning into a monster, and I can't move. I wonder what the afterlife is like. Is it nice there? Did Scootaloo end up there? Was that the afterlife? I don't know. I've been up in my room for a while now. I can't really think of a reason to go outside.
6th
Applejack ordered me out of the house. It isn't healthy, according to her, to stay indoors all the time. She may be right, but I still feel as bad as I was before outside. I just feel bad in a different way. At least in my room I didn't have to see happy ponies.
7th
Wondering about something. Something just out of my grasp. I need to go to the library, that's all I know. I dunno why. I know I just need to! Nothing happened today apart from working with Applejack. She is making sure I don't stay too long in my room. I wish she would just let me stay there. What’s wrong with staying indoors?
8th
I met Sweetie Belle today. She's taking it better. She isn't even talking about Scootaloo, like it never happened. Rarity looks unhappy, like she knows what is wrong with Sweetie. Ignorance is bliss, at least it seems to be. I went to the library, and studied a huge amount of books. I don't really know why I was reading so much. I now know the entire pony anatomy. Did you know that a pony can stand being decapitated for twenty seconds due to oxygen reserves? The internal organs can stand similar amounts of damage. This isn’t really foal-ish stuff, but I know it’s important. I just don’t know why. I'm confused, but I'm going along with it. For now.
9th
I feel strange. I don’t know what or why this is happening to me. Why am I researching the books that haven’t been read by anypony who doesn’t have a doctorate? I’m writing like Rarity, perhaps even better then Rarity! Scootaloo’s death may have changed me, but this isn’t natural change. It’s accelerated. Something is doing this to me. I could find out what, but... I have a feeling I don’t want to know.
10th
I was at the library reading books as usual when Twilight interrupted me. Several times, in fact. This is the most interesting. She’s suspicious of me, I know it.
"Hey, Applebloom?" She asked.
"Yeah?" I said, in a different world. I was reading the Student's Guide To Biology and Autopsy. Quite interesting, but something was missing.
"That's a pretty adult book. I mean, it's pretty nice that you are so interested, but... why are you reading it?" She questioned, trying to sound friendly but not hiding her confusion very well.
"Dunno. Felt like it." I said, turning another page.
"Okay, do what you like. Just, uh, don't take it out, right? It's a reference book."
"Will do."
Twilight doesn’t know where my research is going, but she knows it’s not going anywhere she wants. She might write a letter to Celestia about it. Wouldn’t it be terrible if all the ink in town disappeared? Yes, it would. No ink means no easy way of communication. Ink binds our little pathetic society. It’d be easy to get rid of the binding, for just long enough. I bet that'll happen.
11th
There seems to be a mistake in all the books I have read. A fundamental error. Like a missing number, this strange omission bites at me. Is blood what powers the body, or is it something else entirely? The brain simply controls it. Is blood the fuel, or simply a red herring?
I know something is up. Examining Applejack outside. She is having trouble shifting a fallen tree off of the path. Does she need her blood to pump more? Does she require more strength? What does she need?
I can do something. I just need to know what. Blood must be involved.
12th
I got some blood from my sis. When she was asleep I cut her open (Not an artery. She would have bled some more, but I bandaged her correctly) and collected it in a cup. Examining the blood. More then just blood. I may have hit the right place. Studying it overnight. I hope this works. It will all be for nothing if this does not succeed.
13th
Yes, I have it now. I have to test this.
14th
Oh dear Celestia, what have I done?
I brought her back. There was something in the blood. Vitae, one might call it. It's... I don't know. Cosmic lifeblood? Innate biological matter? Why do I know these incredibly long words? I'm a foal! What have I been doing for the past few weeks? I feel scared.
Well I might as well explain myself.
I got the blood, and I dug up Scootaloo. I dragged her out of her coffin a way and dripped the blood down her throat. It was easy, due to her death, but I had my doubts. How was I going to rebury the body if she wasn't going to become alive or --even worse-- became hostile? I didn't think of a reply. I smiled as I saw her blink.
She's alive. She's back. She's herself, too. Not a demon, not a monster. I’d see signs if she was. I didn’t just read medical books, I read a few more that could be considered outside of reason. Her body is already repairing itself. Flesh is growing over the places where rot is prevalent, and she is slowly gaining consciousness. Any time now I’ll have to explain why.
What have I done?