I am Ratchet Flash.... I shouldn't be feeling sad... Why should I, of all ponies, be crying? I don't know. My head. It hurts. So many thoughts... So much sadness... My sanity being picked at..... That stinging in my eyes.... The tears... They sting my eyes.... My throat.... It hurts from all the crying... My breathing... I can't steady it.... I look down at her. My broken sister. So many thoughts in my mind.... One more string of sanity is plucked away..... All these images.... My sister.... Crashing to the ground... Crunch... Her skull cracks..... Blood rushes out..... The warm feeling going down her head as the darkness engulfs her.. WHY? Why couldn't it have been me? Why did it have to be her? She did nothing! EVER! I look down at her. I watch her chest raise and fall slowly and unsteady. I look up her body to her head. I look at the scar on her head and I cringe. The stitches in her head... Her pillow had blood on it... Her mane was mostly shaved off.... Her eyes were closed... I wanted to stare down into her perfect eyes... I just..... I just wanted my sister back. It was all I wished for. Everything I wanted. Just. Her. Back. I wanted to rip the tube from her throat. I wanted to put a horn on my head and magically heal her... I wanted to rip the wires from her body. I wanted to break the machines. I was full of hate. Anger. Sadness. And I felt it. It was creeping up. The discord. I didn't want it. But I had a feeling, my technicolor? It would fade. It would fade to black. Maybe... Maybe it would be a good thing.. The harmony would be ripped from my body. It would be replaced by nothing but chaos. I let out a shaky breath. And I said one word. I never really knew how weak her sanity was. I was always... Always close to snapping. And the Anger... The discord... The sadness... It took over. As my white coat turned a very light grey, as my mane became grayish brown... One word came from her muzzle. Just one.
"Why?"