So that's my story. That's why I'm here, in her bedroom, with one of her scarves wrapped around my neck. If I'm truly this worthless, then I think I'm just going to let it go. Look at that, Rarity. I beat you this time. You thought you could stop me, by saying I couldn't leave. By wearing me down so much I felt worthless. But I know I am. You succeeded, at least halfway.
The scarf's kinda itchy. I chose a pretty one, one with reds and blues and oranges and yellows and whites and purples. It was in a box with my name on it. The hardest part was tying it without magic, but I just tied it around a stick then loosened it to fit over my head.
She always said she loved my mane when it was down, so I took it out of it's ponytail. It's kinda pretty, I suppose. Not as pretty as she used to be to me.
I'm dressed up nice too. I borrowed the dress from the box with my name on it too. It's big and puffy white, like a cloud. It has a pretty yellow band around the waist, and a little red apple on the side. I crawled up on top of her bed. I feel a little bad, because her bed's so pretty and I got it messed up, but I'm sure she won't mind. It is just a bed, after all.
Anyways, I climbed up onto her bed, and it's nice under my hooves. Then I stepped up onto her dresser, then onto a taller one. Then I tied the rope up to the bar across her ceiling, and I'm ready now.
I know from Twi's old books that it's faster if I jump down instead of swing off, so I will. I wrote a nice letter to her, d'ya wanna see it?
Dearest,
I used to love you. Now you abuse me, and I just can't love you anymore. I'm sorry, I suppose, but it's mostly your fault. I should've said something sooner, but I didn't. So here's two words I will say, the only two I'll really say.
Good bye.
That's all I really have to say, and I think I'll jump now. I'm awful sorry about it, and I know my other friends will miss me a little, but they'll get over it. So I'll say it one last time, and then I'll jump.
Good bye.
~*~
The elegant mare trotted into her room, a scowl plastered across her face.
"That worthless waste of space. Missing all day. I love her, I think. She's such a pain though."
She turned towards her bed, flipped on the lights, and screamed.
There hung 'that worthless waste of space', strung up by a specially made scarf with the dress the mare had made on her. The worst part was the expression though.
Her eyes were open, full of apology and shame, though empty at the same time. A note was clenched tightly in her teeth, but the only words the mare caught were 'good bye' before she vomited. Running out of the room, she rushed to the hospital, and the nurse returned with a bored look on her face until she saw who it was.
~*~
"I stand before you today," began Princess Celestia, tears in her eyes, "to bring sorrow. One of our own is gone today, by her own hoof. We know what drove her to it, which is why yet another is imprisoned. I apologize for them, and I apologize to all of you. You trusted the Elements of Harmony to be your saviors, and they brought destruction upon themselves. We will all mourn for them, for while only one is truly gone, the other should be. Today shall be remembered as the Apples' Day, to remember our loss for all eternity. Please step forward if you show wish to say your farewells."
Four mares and a dragon approached the open casket first, tears filling their eyes. One was simply red eyed and nosed, another with flattened hair. Yet another seemed to have a completely white mane, as if all color had vanished. The final was hidden behind a sheet of pink hair. The dragon was purely downtrodden, looking as if his heart had been wrenched from his chest and eaten in front of him. They all set flowers into the casket, then turned. One stepped towards the podium.
"She was one of us. I am Magic like she was Honesty, and Generosity is now gone. We shall all mourn them for all times, but remember what they did to themselves. It was not a selfish act, nor was it selfless."
She turned and walked away, then broke into a run. The white-maned mare followed, flying droopily in a half-attempt to catch up. The flat-maned one seemed to melt into the ground, becoming a shapeless lump. As they all began to break apart, a single thought echoed through all their minds.
'Good bye,' it whispered, with the faintest scent of apple cinnamon. 'Never forget me.'
They all perked up, just the tiniest bit then, but it was just that. A tiny bit. Unnoticeable. But it was comforting to each of them as they nearly gave in.
~*~
In a scruffy dungeon sat the same elegant unicorn, her eyes sunken and her mane destroyed. She heard the whisper too, but it had more.
'Never forget what you did to me. Never forget,' it warned, and the mare began to sob. A guard outside the cell turned to see her, a look of disdain on his face. He had been warned that she had to be guarded carefully. She was risky, potentially mental. Why the Captain of the Royal Guard was called to guard it, even he didn't know. But when he turned to look at her, he was shocked. He had known this mare once, and now she was broken.
Broken, lost. One to be forgotten. But she had a few words to say as well.
"I'm sorry."