//------------------------------// // 3.Grief // Story: A Guardian Angel Named Pinkie Pie // by Flutterpie3 //------------------------------// Pinkie Pie: I can't sleep anymore. I guess that's one of the "perks" of dying. I've been in Fluttershy's room all night watching her sleep. She had formed a bruise on her forehead where she hit her head. It doesn't seem like she's going to wake up anytime soon, so I decide to explore the hospital. It's so plain and white, and every hall looks the same. I come to a big opening. Inside are lots of chairs. My sisters were asleep to. Their faces are stained with tears. The doctor must have told them. I fly over to them, and give each one a kiss. They all shiver, but don't wake up. I go to my parents. Hey look so peaceful. I kiss them too. I didn't get to see them before I died. I wonder why they didn't visit. I can't stand to see my family in distress much longer, so I leave. I float through the halls once more. I miss the sound of my feet on the ground, but that's impossible. I'll just slip through the floor. I pass by lots of room with sleeping patients with their family's sleeping in the chair next to them. I wish I was just sleeping. Maybe that's it! I'm just sleeping and this is just a horrible dream! I'm not dead! I'm probably just in a food coma from eating too many cupcakes like last week! I'll wake up any minute! But I didn't. It's been an hour, and I still haven't woken up. I made my way back to Fluttershy's room, and I'm now floating over a chair. She had been crying, since she got the official news that I was dead, until she fell asleep. Her parents are standing by her bed. "We're going to home home, and get you a pair of clothes for when you get released." Mr. shy says. That's weird normally Mrs. Shy does the talking. I look over to her. She is standing with her arms crossed not even looking at her daughter. I fly to her. "Hey," I say. "look at Fluttershy! Talk to her! She just lost a leg!" Of course she can't hear me. If I can't talk to her, I might as well give her some really, super uncomfortable wave of coldness. I let out a scream of laughter, and plunge myself into her. Her whole body stiffens up, and her face goes white. I stay for a good 5 seconds before I say: "This is what you get for ignoring your Fluttershy!" I leave from her body. Mrs. Shy is shivering really bad. Like a chihuahua. Did I over did it. "D-d-did you h-h-hear t-that?!" She asks. Hear? Did she hear me? No. That's not possible. Is it? "Mom, what happened?" Fluttershy asks. Even though Mrs. Shy has been ignoring her all day, Fluttershy looks worried. "S-so cold," She says. "and crazy laughter, a-and a voice." Her eyes roll in the back of her head and she passes out. Yea, I'd say I over did it. Mr. Shy drops on the floor next to his wife. He picks her up, and puts her on the couch. "I'm going to get a doctor." He says, and leaves the room. Fluttershy looks over to her mom concerned. "P-Pinkie," She says. "if your here g-give me a sign." Tears are streaming down her face again. I float over to her, and put my hand on her hand. Her eyes widen and she flinches her hand away. "N-no." She says. "That was just a draft. G-ghosts aren't real!" She clutches her hand. Tears stream down my face. "I'M HERE FLUTTERSHY!" I scream. I try to slap the bed, but my hand just slips through it. "Please Fluttershy. Believe." I cover my hands in my face, and cry for the next hour. 3:15 P.M.: I've been watching Fluttershy all day. Her mom is woke up, a few hours ago. She seemed fine, so I didn't do any real damage. I just scared her pretty bad. I watch Fluttershy eat, which I can't do anymore, which means no cupcakes, pancakes, normal cakes, or anything delicious. I watch her cry muttering my name, as she clutches her hand with her other hand. I've heard her say it was her fault this happened to us many times. I want to tell her it's not, but she wouldn't hear me anyway, so I shouldn't waste my breath. We're watching Golden Girls now. I hear rustling outside the door. Fluttershy turns the TV off. Maybe it's Fluttershy's doctor, or her parents. I never found out why Mrs. Shy was being so nasty to her daughter, but after the scare I gave her, she went back to normal. The door opened, and in came my friends! I haven't seen them in so long! "Hey girls!" I say. They ignore me. Why? Oh yea. They walk right past me, and over to Fluttershy who is doing another round of crying. Rarity, and Sunset grab Fluttershy's hand, which makes her cry harder. We all stand (well, I float) in silence. Everyone is crying now. "We heard about Pinkie." Twilight says through sobs. "Celestia, and Luna told everyone over the intercom during lunch. I don't know how they found out." She burried her face in her hands. "Girls," Fluttershy says getting everybodys attention. "d-do you believe in ghosts?" Everybody looks at her with puzzled looks. "Darling," Rarity says. "Ghosts aren't real. Pinkies not a ghost, she's in a better place." Everyone nogs in agreement. Everyone except Fluttershy. "Girls," Fluttershy says again. "sometimes it would get really cold, but then go away, and my mo-" "Pinkies not here, sugarcube." Applejack said cutting her off. "Bu-" "Fluttershy, she's gone." Rainbow Dash says. Tears are dripping off her chin. "Please stop." Fluttershy looks down defeated. Tears are flowing like waterfalls again. "Ok." She turns away from her friends. "No." I say. "NO! I'M HERE! IM REAL. GHOSTS ARE REAL! I'M HERE! WHY WONT YOU BELIEVE ME!" I fly out of the room, and put of the whole hospital. I let out a loud scream, and break down crying once more. I feel a hand on my back. I flinch, and look back. Behind me is a little girl. She is floating like I am, so that means she's dead too. "What's wrong?" The girl asks. I give her a teary smile, and pat her shoulder. "Nothing, everything's fine." I answer. "Am I dead?" She asks tears forming in her eyes. I pull her into a close hug, and kiss her on the head. She crys in my arms. I cry too. Someone this young shouldn't have to die. She pulls away. "Do you wanna see my mommy?" She asks. I nod and fly with her back into the hosipital. We go to the waiting room to a crying woman. The girl hugs her mother. "Bye-bye, mommy." She says. She looks back at me. "Bye, and thanks." She dissapears. I cry, as I head back to Fluttershy's room. I seem to be crying a lot lately. I need to be there for Fluttershy. I can't cry. I wipe my tears away, and float in. My friends are still there. They are sitting on the couch I normally float over, so I float over Fluttershy's legs. I make sure not to touch her. I don't want her to be uncomfortable, or too cold. I just have to accept Fluttershy, or my friends, or my family won't know I'm there. At lease till know I'm there for them. "Remember the time Pinkie got the whole town to prank me?" Rainbow Dash said with tears of laughter filling in her eyes. "And you was beggin for yer life like a baby!" Applejack added laughing. I laugh. They laugh. We laugh. Fluttershy: I wake up. Light is filling in through the blinds. My head hurts. I rub it, and I find a bump. I wonder where that came from. Memories from last night fill my head. "Pinkie!" I say sitting up. My parents are startled awake. My dad is at my side, but my mom stays back on the couch. "Fluttershy!" My dad says. "Are you ok?" "Yea." I say. "What about Pinkie? I wanna know about Pinkie!" The nurses were alerted by my sudden outburst, and bring the doctor to my room. I look at him with pleading eyes. "How's Pinkie?" I ask. He frowns and grabs onto my hand. "I'm so sorry." He says. I slowly pull my hand away, and start crying. My shoulder gets very cold, and I flinch. The coldness goes away as quick as it comes. I touch my shoulder, its cold. I look up. There is no air vent. What was that? Pinkie? No! I can't give myself false hope. I cry, and cry, and cry. It's not fair. Mom leaves the room. How rude of her. Dad kisses me on the cheek. "I'm going to go talk some sense into her." He says, and leaves too. Now I'm left alone to cry. "Why Pinkie?!" I cry. "Why not me? It's my fault. It's all my fault." I cry. It's all I seem to do now days. I turn the tv on to drown it out. I don't want any nurses to see me like this. I I burry my face in my pillow, and fall asleep. The only time I don't cry. "Wake up." I groan, and open my eyes. My dad has a sandwich in his hands. He pulls over the tray above my bed and sets it down. He pushes the bangs out of my eyes, and lifts the bed up. I yawn, and stare down at the sandwich. It was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Mmm. I bite into it not realizing how hungry I was. I hadn't eat since yesterday, and I wouldn't call that discussing salad real food. I eat the sandwich up in five bites. I notice next to where the sandwich was is chips. I rip them open in an unlady like way, and eat them two at a time. Once I ate the whole bag of chips, I sit back. It felt nice. I smile for the first time in, like ever. Dad pats me on the back with a warm smile. Behind him my mother stands with a neutral face. My dad says he will bring me new close for when I'm discharged. My mother still stands there. She won't even look at me. Then all of a sudden, my mom goes stiff. Her face drains from all color, and she starts shivering. She stayed like that for I don't know how long. "D-d-did you h-h-hear t-that?!" my mom askes. Here what? I didn't hear anything. "Mom, what happened?" I ask. I don't care how she has been treating me. She's still my mom, so I am concerned. "S-so cold," She says. "and crazy laughter, a-and a voice." She says. Laughter? Voice? Is she going crazy? She faints. Dad picks her up, carry a her to the chair, and goes off to get a doctor. Then a thought occurred to me. A thought I wanted to believe so much. Maybe that was Pinkie. I need to see. I look at my mom one more time. "P-Pinkie," I say. "If your here g-give me a sign." I wait. Maybe I'm crazy ghosts aren't real. Pinkies somewhere better. I believe that until my hand turns ice cold. My eyes widen, and I pull it back. Pinkie really is here! No! I'm going crazy! Ghosts aren't real! "N-no!" I say. "It was just a draft. G-ghosts aren't real." I tell myself, but I know deep down that was no draft. I clutch my hand with my other. I know Pinkie touched it. My father comes back with the doctor. He looks her over. As he's doing that she behinds to stir. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks right into the doctors eyes. She sits up rather quick head butting him, but she doesn't seem to notice. "Church...demon...now!" She breathes. She stands up rushes to my side. "I'm so sorry!" She says, and rushes out of the room. This time I know she means it. Pinkie must've really done something to spook her. The thought of Pinkie makes me tear up. I really need to top crying. It's getting annoying, but I do it anyway. I clutch on to my hand, and mutter Pinkies name. I don't really care if the doctor, or my dad is till in the room. I grab a tissue, and wipe my eyes, but that doesn't stop the tears. My dad and the doctor look st each other, and speaks some kind of mancode in their minds. Dad kisses me on the forehead, and let's me grieve in peace. "Pinkie...I'm so sorry...it's all my fault...please forgive me." I cry myself to sleep once more. 3:00: I wake up, and see another sandwich on my little table. I eat it thankfully. This time there's no chips, but I don't mind. I turn the TV on, and I watch some Golden Girls, my favorite TV show. About 13 minutes later I hear rustling outside the door. I turn the TV off, and wait for them to come in. They are taking awfully long. Finally after about two minutes the door opens, and in comes my friends. I start to cry. It feels so wrong to be with all my friends without Pinkie. Rarity, and Sunset come and take my hands. It's nice to hold someone's hand. I cry harder. Everyone is silent, and crying. Great job Fluttershy! You made them cry! "We heard about Pinkie." Twilight says through sobs. "Celestia, and Luna told everyone over the intercom during lunch. I don't know how they found out." She burried her face in her hands. I feel so bad for them having to be told like that. "Girls," I say. Maybe I shouldn't be asking this, they might worry about my sanity, but I have to know. "d-do you believe in ghosts?" Everybody looks at my confused. I wish I hadn't said anything. "Darling," Rarity says. "Ghosts aren't real. Pinkies not a ghost. She's in a better place." It's like she read my mind. Everyone nods. I don't. "Girls," I try again. "sometimes it would get really cold, but then go away, and my mo-" "Pinkies not here, sugarcube." Applejack says rudely cutting me off, but I need to keep trying. "Bu-" "Fluttershy, she's gone." Rainbow Dash says. Tears were coming down my face. Please don't cry. "Please stop." I look down. There's nothing I can do. I start to cry again. I don't want to give up, but I do. "Ok." I say. I turn away. It's not fair. I know she's here. I'm just afraid to ask her myself. The room gets warmer. Only I seem to notice. "Hey Flutters." Rainbow Dash says patting my back. "I'm sorry. Let's remember her, by telling funny stories. It's what she would've wanted." I turn back around and smile. "Your right." I say. So we share our memories. We talked and laughed about each one, like the time she amazed us, by playing 10 instruments at once, and the time when she baked with Applejack, and got everyone sick, and even the time when she got the whole town to prank Rainbow Dash. We laughed, and laughed, and laughed. As if Pinkie was there with us.