When I heard; Oh, darling, when I heard! A particularly big order form had come to me from Canterlot, stating that my designs would be worn in tonight's fashion show! I was head over heels at the news, positively hyper! Naturally, I spent my time during the storm getting ready and making sure every thing was perfect. My only problem was that I needed to see what my outfits looked like on other ponies; I needed a model.
Of course, the storm outside was brutal; it would wreck my gorgeous mane in seconds, and after all, I didn't style it for five hours for nothing! I contented my self with making a small dress for Opal in my work shop; Opal was a plump little angel, even if some ponies refused to say more than "Get this fur-ball away from me, it gives me night mares!" when in her presence.
First things first: I had to measure my little sweet heart, bless her white fur; I chased her around the boutique five times before I finally caught her. Opal was sitting on my silver-plated shelf, playing with my drawing pencils and sitting on- no! She was sitting on my MOST PRECIOUS POSSESSION! I swept Opal aside and opened the one thing I didn't look at for more than 8 years.
YOU may think there is nothing special about a diary that you wrote in from when you could write until you were 13; but that is probably because you still have your mother and father to talk to. I always kept one secret from every pony I knew: I was, and still am, an orphan. My father died when I was three, of a heart attack; from then on, I had my mother, whom I disliked most severely.
I opened my diary on May 20th, and settled down to read:
Dear Diary,
Today was the worst day of my life! You will not believe what I have to tell you; but then, you are the only friend I can confide in without being jeered at and bullied. Today, I woke up at 9:00 in the morning, wanting to get a hot cocoa. I had the old night mare again, the one where my mum and dad scream at each other and then my mum murders me and dad. I went down to the kitchen, and opened the door.
I was revolted at what I saw: there was empty beer and alcohol bottles every where, cigarettes and trash littered the floor. And there, right in the middle of it, was my mum; she was entwined with that bastard Smoker, smooching him with gusto!
I yelled, "Mum! What the hell are you doing?! You broke up with him yesterday!" She looked at me and smiled- smiled, can you believe her?- and said: "Times change, bunny."
I started to cry; yesterday Smoker broke my favourite toy: Kitti, the one my dad gave me! He ripped her head off mercilessly grinning and even laughing. I tried my best to hurt him yesterday- and got in trouble for it- but it was worth it: I gave him a nice long scar which went through his cheek.
My mum gave me another fake smile but I had enough: I charged up to Smoker and bashed him on the head, hard; the karate lessons I took paid off, big time. The bitch tried to fight back but I was too fast for him, and planted a nice bruise on his back; he toppled over and my mum screamed for me stop, but I relentlessly carried on until he was unconscious.
My mum sent me to my room and I gladly went to pack my belongings; right now I am on a train to Pony Ville, where my pen-pals "Rainbow Dash" and "Applejack" live. I hope I have a better life there than here.
Yours truly,
Rarity
At that, lighting flared; my mother died soon afterwards, and I still feel a lot of regret about it. But it was the right thing to do: otherwise, forgive my foul language, that asshole would have beat me to a pulp when he woke up, and my mum would've gone crazy when the alcohol worn off.
I wiped off my tears and hiccuped my self into a sitting position; something materialised in front of me. It was a roughly written letter:
Dear Rarity, this is Spike! Please help me, no time to explain! I'm at Fluttershy's, be there, pronto! It was hastily scribbled and wet.
I wasted no time in dashing through the door and going into the storm; my mane was ruined, but I didn't care: this was too important! I galloped to Fluttershy's at top speed, slipping and sliding on the icky, sticky mud. The cottage was a state; the roof was torn right off, the door was on it's hinges. Spike was clutching a tree branch in one hand and a paper bag into which he was breathing in another. He looked behind me and yelled;
Every thing else was happening in slow motion; I screamed as loud as my throat would let me. She was falling through the air like a fallen angel, a peaceful ghost of a smile plastered to her face; her hair was billowing out in the cruel wind. I couldn't think right; on the other edge of the town I heard a scream: "No! Not her! NOOOO!!!" The tears were stinging my face more than the wind; she was gone.
I ran into the hospital, looking around madly; Pinkie was there, her hair deflated and wearing a dark scowl. I tried to hug her, but she walked away.
We-we had a short conversation; I lied to Pinkie about some things, and she knew. She accused me of being a heart-less bragger. I stormed out of the hospital; I was and still am, ashamed that I lied to a friend.
Christmas wasn't going to be a time of cheerfulness and celebration for me; nor would the rest of the Christmases of my life. I lost a friend that would never see the lights of Christmas; Ever.
It was Fluttershy who died?!?
I'm going to miss her.
R.I.P Fluttershy: 2010-2011
F-F-F-F-Fluttershy? NOOOOOOO! SHE'S TOO INNOCENT!
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It was Fluttershy!
why would you do that to flut flut?
Now hold on. It isn't mentioned that it was Fluttershy anywhere. Simply because it happened at Fluttershy's, does not mean it was her. There are still four other possibilities.
It could still be Twilight since Spike was at Fluttershy's.
If it is Twilight I'll love and tolerate you so hard you'll think Rick Perry will make a good President.
I'm glad and at the same time sad, I wanted RD to be alive but that doesn't mean I wanted Fluttershy to die, but it's a good story so I'm a still read it
I'm sorry, but you lost my attention when you talked about Rarity being an orphan. Up until the Nightmare Night episode I would have been fine about someone making such a claim in a fic, but because in the Sisterhooves Social episode they actually showed Rarity's parents, I feel like she is now on the list of ponies who you can't make such a claim about. It's just a pet peeve of mine; I can't stand it when fanon makes claims that have already been proven false in the canon. Rainbow, Fluttershy, and Applejack's parents still haven't been shown, so it would be fine to write about their parents dying, but once a character's parents have been shown then it becomes too late to claim that the character is an orphan as far as I'm concerned.
Listen snakemen, those were, in my opinion, her foster parents! Does THAT make sense? I'm not claiming that's what happened, I'm just trying to get you off the scent of the dead some pony!
U guys are getting close with finding out whose dead, but I'm gonna really mix it up with the next narrator!
To be honest, the royal guards would be there even if it was Lyra or Bon-bon who died. Just saying
U keep me in suspense and guessing.
I like that.
1 format problem from what I saw; could use more descriptive words.
DON'T DIE FLUTTERSHY! UR MY FAVE PONY!!