Rarity walked up to Sweetie Belle's room and knocked on her door.
"Sweetie Belle, Are you okay?" Asked Rarity, "You haven't said or done anything since you got home."
When Sweetie Belle did not answer Rarity opened the door and noted that Sweetie Belle was sad. She suspected it was because of the Anon A Miss stunt she pulled with her friends.
"Sweetie Belle darling." Rarity said, "You have got to talk to me sooner or later. I know you feel bad about what you've done but you have to talk about it."
Sweetie Belle just wrote something down on a piece of paper.
"I will not talk to anyone Rarity, I don't deserve anyone." Rarity read aloud. "Oh Sweetie Belle, you do deserve me. You have to open up to me somehow. If you don't want to talk we at least have to communicate somehow."
Sweetie Belle wrote something else down and handed it to Rarity
"I just want to be alone right now Rarity." Rarity Read aloud, "Well okay but if you want to talk you know where you can find me."
Sweetie Belle didn't answer.
Rarity tried to get her sister to look at her but she wouldn't. Instead she lied down and cried softly as Rarity left the room.
For Sweetie Belle the rest of the day seemed to move in slow motion as she tore up all her pictures of her friends and family and threw away all her presents. She told herself she deserved it because her heart was whispering "You screwed up Sweetie Belle." Sweetie tried to get it to shut up, but she could not and that suppressed the feeling that she hated most; guilt.
"Applebloom and Scootaloo are having more fun than me I bet." She thought to herself.