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// Diagnosis: Station 
// Story: Psychotic 
// by Opalina Cecile 
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Part 1 Diagnosis Type 3 Station

Pinkie sat in the station. She was ashamed, frustrated, and worried. 

Ashamed she broke her promised. 

Frustrating at how she acted. 

And worried about her friends. 

Would they hate her? Be scared of her? Never speak to her again?

A policepony rushed by, speaking into her walkie talkie. Pinkie tapped her hoof on the ground as she waited for news. About where'd she go, what she'd do. She knew the answer. She wouldn't go back to Ponyville. She'd go to the Equestrian Mental Institution. She'd be with Derpy. 

"Ms. Pie," said the policepony. Inside the door were more policeponies and her mother. 

"Hello Pinkadema, I'm Officer Stern. We've looked into your medical files and have assessed your... mental situation. Your doctor will be here shortly."

"Ok. How are my friends? And Gilda?"

"They're fine. Gilda has some cuts and bruises but nothing is broken."

"That's good." Pinkie noticed her mother was avoiding her gaze. Her own mother was ashamed of her. 

"I'M HERE!" said the familiar voice of Doctor Whooves. He came galloping in. 

"Good. So we can start. Deputy Search, close the door." A grey unicorn magicked the door close. Her cutie mark was an eye. 

"So the recommended action is to ship her to the Equestrian Mental Institution in Fillydelphia. She could be there by morning," said Doctor Whooves. "I was thinking of visiting Derpy anyways."

"Who would pay for the treatment?" 

"Usually the parents do."

All eyes turned to Mrs. Pie. Her face was torn between stern and disappointed.

"I- I dunno. Things are slow at the farm..."

"Mother, you have 500 workers per farm. You ship rocks worth 800,000 bits. I doubt you are having paying troubles."

"But..."

"I get it mother. You're ashamed of your messed up daughter. Well, I don't want your pity money if that's all it would be. I bet you don't even want me to get better. You'd rather just let me live in pain and confusion. It's what you've done these past 10 years anyways." 

"Pinkadema Pie-"

"Don't pretend. I'll pay for it out of my savings. Not like it was saved for anything important, just presents for friends. And family. Won't need any for the latter. 

"So go ahead. Ship me out to the loony bin. Take me away from this mare. Away from this town, my friends, my everything. Make me better."

"Uh- oh, alright I suppose." They took her to the train station, accompanied by Deputy Search and Doctor Whooves. The train arrived and her mother never said goodbye.