//------------------------------// // when you fall in a place where no one can see you // Story: All alone // by dragenfire68 //------------------------------// Sunset Turned too look up at the high school, a place where she was queen bitch, but at the same time redeemed herself, fighting off the demon sirens, but it didn't matter anymore, nothing mattered anymore, not the girls, not her grades, not the stinging pain in her skin as the cold quickly sunk in, but it didn't matter. Sunset shook herself out of her daze as she walked towards the bridge that went over a rather large pond, near a place called Tartarus heights, Sunset smirked at the allusion to the prison that exists in her world, where it did exist and contained all sorts of dark and evil creatures. But that world didn't matter, Celestia cast her out, so she figured she doesn't have to fight for her forgiveness, unaware that Celestia had forgiven her when Twilight brought back the element of magic and is eagerly awaiting the day Sunset comes back to her, but it didn't matter for Sunset, the crushing isolation and constant weight of despair clouded her mind, tearing down the defenses in her mind, all the guilt and negativity of her past running rampant. However she was too tired, cold, and miserable to cry, for who cries for a monster, who sheds a tear for the devil, no one does, no one sheds a tear for a monster, no one feels sympathy for the devil, they are vile and evil, just like her, a person who is hated, to hide behind a cloak of shame, too fall from the grace of others, for she is undeserving. Sugar cube-corner passed by, the light in pinkie's room on, Sunset for a moment stopped, a fleeting moment of rebellion rising too her throat before the pink-haired girl came to the window, and looked down at her, her eyes scanning the blank face of Sunset, before settling on her hands, or rather her hand, a look of shock came across her face before the window slammed shut. Sunset ran, she ran as hard and fast as she could carry herself, a voice calling out her name, but the sound was lost in the rush of wind and tears that were cascading down her face, she knew this was unfair too pinkie, but that didn't matter either, she betrayed her trust so there was no defense to stop her from going through with this, nothing could stop her, all the stops in her heart that were screaming self-preservation were silent as the grave. *** Pinkie pie was laying on her bed, unable to sleep because her last resort pinkie sense was blaring red, it caused her heart to pound and blood run cold, but she couldn't figure it out, no one she knew or had known was likely to do anything major, right? But before she could manufacture an answer, she suddenly felt a need to look out her window, but that's normal for pinkie, but what wasn't normal was for the mess of red and yellow hair that fell across the face a Sunset shimmer, and the look on her face broke Pinkie's heart, but the thing in her hands made Pinkie's blood run cold, and heart pound so hard it felt like her ribs would break from the force. She slammed the window shut, and race down the stairs, three at a time, but she was too slow, for when she threw open the door, Sunset was already a block down, she called her name, but Sunset seemed to only speed up, at first a blur, then a dot, then nothing. Pinkie though, she knew that look, the way she ran, and the object that claimed many lives of people around her, she wasn't ignorant, she knew what Sunset was planning, and she knew where she was going, she wasn't as fast as Rainbow Dash, but she still could be a close second if she put her mind to it, after throwing on warm clothing, she set off down the street where Sunset head at full sprint, hoping to find her. *** Sunset wasn't a slouch either, but what made her difficult to find even for pinkie is the street sense that came with being homeless, it gave her an advantage of know where the short cuts were, and how to best get by them, she knew that it would confuse Pinkie pie. Sunset's lungs ached for air, but she wasn't gonna slow down, her momentary weakness and the last defiant rebellion of hope wasn't going to cost her the release she desired, the freedom it promised, so she ran, jumped and slid sure that pinkie's damnable pinkie sense was keeping her hot on her trail, sure that pinkie was gonna eventually find her and talk her down. She knew deep down that if there was one glimmer of hope left, she would leap at it, because she was so lost it didn't matter, if there was a chance too earn a respite, to turn away from her current path, she would take it and her mind couldn't let it happen, not now when she was so close to a more permanent solution. No more pain, no more weight, no more isolation, no more anything, a silent passing this was supposed to be, however, she got her wish as she arrived at the bridge, having lost pinkie pie a long time ago. She didn't hesitate to tie a knot that would hold her weight, she tied it fast and strong before slipping the loop around her neck, making sure it was loose, so her neck would break, for efficiency, she wanted release anyway she knew how and studying human biology made it easy to think of many ways too fatally hurt herself, she took the backpack off her back and took out the book, caressing it one last time before she put it to her side, stood and took a swan dive off the edge. *** Pinkie was tired, cold, and above all sad that she had lost Sunset, but as she walked too, she soon found herself a block away from a large bridge leading into a place she was unfamiliar with, but what stopped her was the fact that she found Sunset, but was too far away to stop her in time, however, what surprised her was a truck that passed her, going slowly, like the occupant was enjoying the night before it skidded to a stop in front behind Sunset, and moving at a speed that would impress even Rainbow dash, the figure cut the rope, as Sunset fell, before jumping in. She turned and started walking home, sure that Sunset was in good hands now, hands that were better suited for her friendship then hers, for now, pinkie needed time too think, time too self reflect on the past weeks that had pushed a friend to her final promise.