"How dare you," Sunset roared, and Twilight shut the journal. The girls were startled awake by the loud, angry voice, and a Fluttershy turned the light on.
"I’m so sorry, Sunset, I didn’t mean to invade your privacy!"
"Sorry doesn’t cut it, Twilight," she screamed, and Applejack held her hands up to Sunset, who was approaching Twilight.
"Let’s calm down, sugar cube," Applejack calmly explained, but Sunset bared her teeth together.
"You’re supposed to protect me," Twilight squeaked, and this was the final straw for Sunset.
"Protect you? Protect you? There’s not much more I can do, you dork! Why are you expecting me to protect you all the time? All of you bring up my past and my family and you expect to just say ‘oopsie, no offense’ and forget it?"
"I’m sorry, Sunset, I didn’t mean to," Twilight whimpered, but Sunset’s pale cheeks flushed red.
"You never mean to! Nobody ever means to! I know I was a bully! I know I’m tough! I know my dad is in a motor gang! I’m not your guardian angel, Twilight! Do you know what else I know? I know that your uncle’s a two-sided-coin and your aunt is probably just the same! And you’re just like them!”
Twilight began to sob into her hands and Rarity grabbed Sunset’s jacket, pulling her back. Rarity’s face was blushing bright red with anger and she clutched onto either side of Sunset.
“That was very uncalled for,” she hissed, and Sunset Shimmer looked back at Twilight, who cried a single tear onto the page that she had opened to. There, on the page, was a beautiful, smeared image of Twilight Sparkle as a horrible creature, and Sunset attacking her with a knife.
"Twilight," Sunset worriedly whimpered, looking down at her, "I'm so sorry." Twilight Sparkle only cried, and everyone glared at Sunset angrily. Rainbow Dash kicked the book over to her and Sunset scooped it up, looking down at the evil drawing.
"She doesn't want your apology," Rainbow shouted.
"Just like you used to be," Applejack muttered, shaking her head. "It's a shame."
Sunset glared at all of the girls right back, and her last resort was Fluttershy. The girl shook her head and looked to the floor before Sunset grasped handfuls of the paper in her journal, throwing them to the carpet. "Take them. Look at them. I don't care," she mumbled, and their glares turned soft before she left, shutting the door gently. Sunset walked down the stairs and ignored Rarity trying to call her back up, and she stopped right in front of the confusing young man's office. She shook her head, then left through the door without another word.
"Dear Twilight Sparkle. No, that's too formal," Sunset mumbled as she walked down the dark, foggy streets back to her house. "Twilight by itself is too informal." She pulled her phone from her pocket and placed it over the sun on her journal. "Okay, Eris," she spoke into the phone, and it came to life by illuminating in her coastal teal eyes. "How do I write an apology letter?" The phone's wheel spun for a second, before its smooth voice lifted from the speaker.
"Write it from the heart," it explained, and she rolled her eyes before pressing the button.
"That's too mushy," she spat angrily, hastily stuffing the device back into her pocket. She squeezed her eyes shut in frustration before reopening them, then she stopped in her tracks. She had come to a halt in front of the fountain of the town hall, which held two statues of horned pegasi that were encircling the fountain of water, one being higher than the other, with both looking at one another.
Droplets of water splashed from the fountain onto the cover and they sank in, causing the color of the leather to change. Her brown journal blotted completely with black, and the sunshine that her phone had once covered was replaced with a crescent moon. The same moon that was on Artie’s door.
She quickly opened it to the first blank page and she stared at the royal blue sticky note that was attached.
Don't let that anger get to you, or you will become what I once did. Be the better person.
I wish you well, young one.
Artemis
"Oh God," she shouted as a burning sensation filled her hands. She dropped the darker journal to the cobblestone ground and looked over her hands. The book had seared two sunshines into either of her hands, both shaped like the one that had previously been on her journal.
Then, before she could wake anybody up, she scooped up the journal and ran down the road in the direction of her house.