//------------------------------// // 4. Guardian Angel // Story: A Guardian Angel Named Pinkie Pie // by Flutterpie3 //------------------------------// Pinkie Pie: It's been a week since the accident. Fluttershy's being discharged today, so I decide to go to the hospital morgue to say goodbye to my body. I've went to see it a few times. I look peaceful. It's wierd to look at myself outside my body. It's like I'm sleeping. I've gotten better. I'm laughing more. I pretend like my friends can hear me. Especially Fluttershy. She's doing better too. She's still pretty sad, though. I fly down floor by floor. I like flying, like, a lot. I can fly really fast. I could beat Rainbow Dash! A few days ago, I flew down the biggest hallway in five seconds! Five seconds! That's really fast! Once I'm at the basement, I walk down the creepy hallway that leads to the morgue. A light flickers. The perfect set up for a horror movie. Even though I'm a ghost, this hallway really freaks me out. I fly to the end as fast as I can, and through a door on the left. Wanna know why morgues are so creepy? It's because they are filled with ghosts staring at there dead bodies. Since we can't open the drawers, we formed a line, and when it's your turn, you slip in the drawers, and get five minutes with your dead body. Unfortunately for me, I'm at the back of the very long line. I try to avoid the ghosts in the hospital, because they are all grumpy about being dead, and I can't have that type of negativity in my afterlife. I'm standing behind a woman I've never seen down here before. She looks terrified, and jumps each time one of the other ghost looks at her, or accidentally touch her. She must be a new ghost. I must give her a warm welcome to the afterlife. "Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie!" I say tapping on her shoulder. She tenses up, and looks back at me. I give her a warm smile. She relaxes her shoulders, and smiles back. "I'm Misty Heart," she says. "but you can call me Misty. That's what my friends call me." Her smile drops. "Well they used to call me that." I give her an apologetic smile, and pat her on the shoulder. "You'll get used to it!" I say. "Just pretend they can hear you! That's what I do!" She smiles again. "Thanks, it's nice to talk to someone friendly." She says looking around at the other ghosts. "Yea," I say. "they're just big ol' grumpy pants." She laughs, and I do to. "Your so young." She says with a frown. "How old are you?" "Sixteen." I say with a sad smile. Tears form in her eyes. "Don't cry!" I say touching her shoulder. "I'm fine. Maybe I died to lighten the ghost World up." I say with a laugh. She laughs. "Um, I don't know if this is rude to ask, but how did you die?" She asks. "I was hit by a car saving my, uh, friend, Fluttershy." I say with a smile. "I'm glad I died, and not her. I wouldn't be able to live without her." "Was she more than a friend?" She asks. I study her face. She don't look like the kind of person to judge, but you never know. I decide to trust her. "No, but I wish she was." I say with a sigh."Before the accident, I was just about to tell her my feelings, but I didn't get too." I look down. Misty lifts my chin up, and smiles at me. "I bet she loves you too." She says. "Actually I know she does." I say. "Before I died, I wasent able to move, or talk, or even open my eyes fully. I could open them just a little bit, but nobody noticed. Fluttershy came into my room. She told me how it was her fault the car hit me, but it wasn't. The car made no sounds. I barely saw it in time! After she said that, she said she loved me and kissed me on the cheek." I smile, and blush. "Your lucky." She says. "Most people's crushes don't like them back." I smile. I guess I am lucky. "So," I ask. "how did you die?" Her face falls, but she lifts it back up. "I flew off a mountain in my car. My friends where following behind in a different car, and called the ambulance, and I came to this hospital, but it was too late." I pat her on the shoulder for what seems like the hundredth time. She smiles. "But that's the past. This is the now." She says smiling confidently. "Hey!" A voice behind me calls. "It's your turn! Get movin!" Since Misty is in front of me, it's her turn. Her face is as white as a ghost. Pun intended, hehe. "I-I haven't seen my b-body y-yet." She says shaking. "C-can you come with m-me?" Can I? I guess there's no rule saying I can't. "Sure." I say. It was hard seeing my body the first time too. We fly in together, and look for her body. It don't take long, because it's the first one we see. She lets out a sob. Her face is pretty cut up. That's the only part you can see due to it being covered by a white blanket. "I-I-I gotta go!" She says flying out. I feel bad for her. She doesn't need to see her body like that. She should just remember it how it was. I fly over to my body. There was a few scratches on my face, but that's about all I can see. "Bye." I say. "You were such a good body. I'll miss you, but at least I can fly now." I let out a small laugh. I float out of the drawers, and out of the morgue. I don't see Misty anywhere,. She probably left. I wouldn't blame her. Most of the ghosts here are pretty mean. I tried cheering them up. I even threw a "You Died!" party, but it didn't turn out so well. I shouldn't go into details I decide not to go through the creepy hallway again. I fly straight up. One floor, two floors, three floors, and finally, four floors. I end up in a room with and old lady. She's watching TV. I fly out of the room, and down the hall to Fluttershy's room. She is sitting in her wheelchair with her normal clothes back on. Her parents are talking in the corner in hushed voices. I fly over to Fluttershy, and sit in cross cross position in mid air. She's crying again. I don't like it when she cries. She cries because of me, because I left her. But I'm not leaving her now, I'm going to stay by her side till the day she dies. Which I hope won't be soon. The hushed voices in the corner came to a stop. I look back and see Fluttershy's parents coming over. Me. Shy grabs the handles of the wheelchair, and starts pushing. He pushed her out of the room. "I'm going to sign her out." Mrs. Shy says. "You guys keep going, and wait in the vehicle." She walks to the reception desk. I follow Fluttershy and her dad to the elevator. I love elevators! Sometimes, if you stand just right, it gives you the feeling of a small rolarcoaster! Mr. Shy pushes the down button and waits. It looks like he's about to say something, but he's cut off by the "ding" of the elevator. We walk in and he presses the down arrow. The elevator goes down. I stay up. I watch as the elevator goes down, and I'm in the elevator shaft where the cables are. That's a bummer. Well it's the thought that counts. I fly head first down. I love the feeling of the wind flowing through my face. I finally catch up to the elevator, and slide in. I go down at a slow pace to stay inside. That's fun too. When the elevator reaches the bottom, another "ding" sounds and we walk (I fly) out. My clothes change from the hospital gown to my normal clothes. Cool! The hospital gown was kinda boring. "It's exciting to go home!" I say to Fluttershy. No answer like normal. "Well, I'm not technically going home. I'm going to your house! Kinda like a sleepover!" I laugh as we make it to their car. Mr. Shy helps Fluttershy into the backseat of the car, and puts her wheelchair in the trunk. If I couldn't ride in the elevator, I probably can't drive in the car. I know! I'll fly above the car! Flying is so fun! Have I mentioned that? I look to the entrance of the hospital. Mrs. Shy is coming out with papers, and a bottle of pills. She makes her way to the car, and plops herself in the front seat. She puts the papers and pulls on the dash. I look at the papers. Mostly it's just medical information. It's nothing I'll understand. I look at the pills. They have a name I can't even pronounce. The car starts to drive, and I'm left behind in the parking lot. I take a deep breath (even though I won't need it) and fly as fast as I can over the cars. I feel so free. I spot Fluttershy's car, and head above that one. I look through the open sunroof. No one seems to be talking. Must be a shy thing. I fly as high as I can until I hit my head on a cloud. A cloud! Wow! I touch the cloud. My hand doesnt go through it, so I try to stand on it. I can! It's so wonderful to have something under your feet. I lay on the cloud, and yes. They are as comfy as they look. I look down at all the people. They are living their lives, something I don't have, but I have something they don't. The ability to walk on clouds! Hah! Beat that alive people! I nosedive back to the car, and fly on my back. We make some turns here, and some turns there. Finally we make it to a small cottage. I've never seen the inside of Fluttershy's house. I bet she has a lot of pets. Mr. Shy helps Fluttershy out of the car while Mrs. Shy grabs the wheelchair out of the trunk, and pulls it over to Fluttershy. Mr. Shy puts her in and they walk to the house. It's one story brick house. It looks nice. I wait for Mr. Shy to open the door, even though I can just float through it. I want to be with Fluttershy. He opens the door to reviel the house. It was quite small, and didn't have any animals. Wierd. I though Fluttershy would have animals stacked on her shelves, and in the chairs, but no. Not a single animal. Maybe she has some in her room. We walk through the house which didn't take long, since, like I said before, it was small. "I want to go to my room, please." Fluttershy says. Her father nods, and wheels her to her room, I follow close behind. Her room is normal size. The walls are lined with pictures of animals, and pictures of our friends. She rolls herself into the middle of the room. "I need sometime alone." She says. "Are you sure?" Mr. Shy asks. She nods her head. He leaves, and closes the door. Fluttershy takes a deep breath, and rolls to her nightstand. She opens the bottom drawer. Inside are pictures of me and her. Tears start to run down her face. She hugs the pictures. One picture slips from her hands, but she doesn't notice. I look at the picture on the ground. In the picture we're at the animal shelter. I remember that day! Fluttershy invited me to come see the animals. They were so cute! Let's get back to the picture. In it it I'm smiling really big. I have a puppy in my arms. The puppy's tounge is hanging out, and it's looking straight at the camera. A sharpie heart is surrounded around me. Wow! She really does love me! I look at Fluttershy in the picture. She has a small smile, and is holding her favorite evil bunny, Angel. She's giving a side glance at me. I smile. This is my new favorite picture ever. I look back to non picture Fluttershy. She's crying, but not as much. She's looking through the pictures. They all basically oook the same; I'm smiling big, and she has a small smile. I float over to look at the other pictures on her wall. These are just group pictures with all of us, and small group pictures with a few of us. I smile remembering all the happy memories. I hear movement, so I look back. I see Fluttershy trying to get into the bed. It looks like when Mufasa was trying to hold onto the cliff before he does in "The Lion King". I fly over to her. I put my hand on her shoulder. She's to busy trying to get on the bed to notice. "Be careful, Flutters. You could get hurt." I say still touching her shoulder. She stiffens up and her face goes white. She stops trying to get on the bed. "Pinkie?" She asks with hope. "I heard you. Do that again." My mouth falls open in disbelief. How can she hear me? This doesn't make since, but I try again. I touch her shoulder again and say: "Y-you can hear me?" Her face breaks out into a huge smile, and more tears stream down her face. "Yes!" She says. "I can hear you! I can hear you! I knew you were here! I just knew it." I let out a sob. "No! Don't cry! This is something to celebrate!" I laugh, which makes her laugh. "I-I didn't think I'd ever be able to talk to you again!" I say smiling from ear to ear. Her face falls. "I wish I could see you." She says. I let go over shoulder, and grab onto one of her hands. "I wish you could see me too," I say. "but at least we can talk now." She smiles, and wipes away a tear with her free hand. "Yea." She says. smiling. "Hey, at least you can see me!" "Flutters," I say. "I have to tell you something. I've wanted to tell you this for a long time. Fluttershy, I love you." I'm so glad she can't see me blushing right now. She starts crying. "I-I love you too!" She says. She's blushing now. "Pinkie can you, um, lean your head down in front of my head." She blushing really hard now. I follow her orders and lean my head down. "My head is in position." I say with a giggle. She leans forward, and kisses me. She surprisingly gets my lips. My eyes widen in shock, but I don't pull back. It must be wierd kissing air. The kiss seems like it lasts forever, yet is seems so short. Fluttershy pulls back her whole face red. "Your lips are cold." She says with a giggle. I laugh. "Your lips are warm." I say. She smiles. "I wish we could've done this while you were alive." She says tears forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry." "What are you sorry for?" I say even though I know exactly what she's going to say next. "I got you killed." She looks away tears streaming down her face again. "We should've just crossed the street without the crosswalk." She lets out a silent sob. "I shouldn't have stopped us in the middle of the crosswalk either." She's breathing very hard now. She's unable to speak. "No!" I say. "It's not your fault. You weren't the one driving the car! You were caring for our safety! You stopped, because you were worried about me! That is the only way I want to die! Saving you!" Were both crying now. She makes a ring with her arms in the direction I'm floating. I think this is a hug. I center myself in the circle, and put my arms on her shoulders. "You're my guardian angel." She says. "I love you." Guardian angle. I like the sound of that. "I love you too." Fluttershy: I'm being discharged today. It's been a week since...it happened. I cry everyday. My friends visit all the time, but it's still not the same without Pinkie. Sometimes it feels like she is here though. Even though my friends told me ghosts aren't real, I know she is here. I'm sitting in bed. I'm supposed to leave soon . My parents are talking quietly on the couch. They seem to be doing that a lot lately. On Monday, I'm going to go to school again. I wish I didn't have to. It's going to be horrible without Pinkie. I look over at my parents. They seem to be fighting again. The room is warm, which means Pinkie left, or maybe they just turned the AC off. I don't know anymore. It feels like I'm going crazy. Maybe Pinkie isn't even here. I don't even know anymore. The doctor comes to check me one more time to make sure I'm fine to go home. I hope everything is perfect. I don't think I can stand another day here. When I'm alone with my thoughts all I can hear is the doctor telling me Pinkie died. It's too much. When the doctors done checking me he gives me a pat on the back. "Your good to go! We'all miss you kiddo." He looks at my parents. "Don't forget to check her out before you leave." They nod st him, and he leaves. I doubt they'll miss me. All I do is cry. I've heard them talking about me in the hall. They say it's depressing coming in here. No one wants to come in here with me. I'm pulled from my thoughts, by my dad tapping me on the shoulder. I look up and he gives me a smile. I give a weak smile back. He picks me up and puts me in the wheelchair. I can't wait to get a prosthetic leg. I don't like wheeling around everywhere. I got my old clothes back a few hours ago. Its better than the very exposing hospital gown. Beside me, my mom motions my dad to the back of the room. I sigh as I watch my dad go back. I don't know what they talk about, or fight about, but it's probably me. I start to cry again. This is just too much. The space beside me gets cold. It's probably Pinkie. At least I hope it is. I really miss her. The tears come down harder. I try to hear what my parents are talking about, but all I can hear is the whips of the whispers. The whispers stop, and my wheelchair starts moving. We wheel out of the room. My mom says something, then breaks from our little group. The coldness stays by my side. We come to an elevator, and dad presses the button. We wait in awkward silence. Finally the elevator dings, the door opens, and we go inside. Dad presses the floor 1 button, and we go down. The coldness slips above me, then it's gone. I wish it would come back. The coldness comes back, and it stays there for the rest of the way down. We leave the elevator, and go out the door. It's kinda cold out, but not cold enough to blend in with the cold space next to me. I really do hope that's Pinkie. We go to our car. It's kinda small, but it works. My dad helps me into the car, and puts the wheelchair in the trunk. I wonder how it fits in there. The cold space is next to me still. My mom hops into the car. She always has been a fast walker. She puts some papers, and pills on the dash. Dad gets in, and starts the car. We drive. The coldness is left behind. No one talks. That's not normal. We always talk all the time in the car. I don't feel like talking anyway. I look out the window. I wonder where the cold space went. I don't want to call it Pinkie yet, because I don't know for sure. The drive is long, and awkward, and I'm glad when it finally ended. Dad helps me out of the car again, and mom brings the wheelchair. I wish I could do this myself. I can feel the neighbors stares through their blinds. The cold space is back. That calms me, and I forget about the staring neighbors. My dad wheels me to the front of the house. He opens the door to our house. It's a fairly small house, but it's a good house. I get pushed through the house. "I want to go to my room, please." I say. My dad nods and pushes me to my room. He stops at the door of my room, and I wheel myself to the middle. "I need sometime alone." I say. I really don't need any awkward small talk. "Are you sure?" My dad asks. I nod, and he leaves the room closing the door behind him. I wonder what I'm going to do. I remember a drawer I put my foo rite pictures in. I'm going to look at those. I take a deep breath, and roll over to my nightstand. I open the door. Inside are a bunch of pictures of Pinkie and me. Tears start to roll out of my eyes. I pick the picture up and hug them against my chest. I take deep. Deaths to calm myself. I start to look through the pictures. Silent tears slip down my face. I feel better now. Kinda. Not really. All the pictures are basically the same. Pinkie always has a happy smile, and I have a small smile, but every single picture is special to me. I glance over at the bed. It looks so comfy. I think of calling for my dad, but I don't want to. I need to learn to do things on my own. I latch onto my bed, and pull. This is harder than I thought it would be. I pulled, and I pulled, but I didn't make any process. I felt something ice cold on my shoulder, but I don't pay any mind to it. "Be careful, Flutters. You could get hurt." What? Color drains from my face, and I stiffen up. Only one person calls me "Flutters". That's Pinkie Pie, and it sounded like her voice. Hope fills my heart. I can't wait anymore to ask. "Pinkie?" I ask hoping I don't sound like an idiot talking to air. "I heard you. Do that again." I wait. The ice cold feeling on my shoulder went away when I talked. Now it's back. I waited, until finally: "Y-you can hear me?" Yes! That's Pinkie! I could hear it in her voice. Her beautiful voice I have been longing hear again. It was wonderful. "Yes!" I say tears of joy slipping down my face. "I can hear you! I can hear you! I knew you where here! I just knew it!" I was so happy. I hear a sob. I will not let Pinkie cry. "No don't cry! This is something to celebrate!" She laughs. Oh do I miss her laugh. Her laugh makes me laugh. It's so wonderful. It's as if she sucked all the depression out of me! So we talked. It was a wonderful talk. I wish I could see her, but just talking with her was enough for me. We even kissed! It was...interesting. I leaned in until I felt the coldness touch my lips. It was freezing, but perfect. Just knowing that those where her lips where enough to me. It made me blush like mad. At that point I wished I was the ghost, and she couldn't see me! Her hands on my hands were ice cold. It was like shards of ice ripping into my hand, but I was to in love to care, and I didn't want her to let go. I don't think I can hear her unless we are in contact. I'm sad we didn't get to do this when she was alive. So I finally got to officially apologize for getting her killed. Here's how it went: "I'm sorry." "What are you sorry for?" She says. I'm pretty sure she has been watching me since she died, so she already knows, but I need to say it directly to her. "I got you killed." I look away tears streaming down my face. "We should've just crossed the street without the crosswalk." I lets out a silent sob. I don't want her to see me cry. "I shouldn't have stopped us in the middle of the crosswalk either." I breathing very hard. I'm unable to speak. "No!" She says surprising me. "It's not your fault. You weren't the one driving the car! You were caring for our safety! You stopped, because you were worried about me! That is the only way I want to die! Saving you!" Were both crying now. I makes a ring with my arms for a hug. I don't know if she understands, or not, but I do, and if I think she's in the ring than it's good enough for me. I feel both of my shoulder be drenched in ice. I don't flinch though. This is nice. "You're my guardian angel." I say surprising myself. I said that without thinking, but I like it. "I love you." "I love you too." This is perfect.