It had been several weeks since The Great and Powerful Trixie had fled from Ponyville. Trixie wasn't entirely sure how much time had actually passed. For all she knew, it have been several months. But the citizens of Ponyville knew it was several weeks. In fact, it had been 7 weeks and 3 days since Trixie had come into town, spreading her lies, and causing and Ursa Major (oops, sorry. Ursa Minor) to destroy half of the town. They had only finished repairing the damage a week ago.
It had been 7 weeks and 3 days since Trixie's last performance. Upon arriving at the next town (Saddle Town, or something. The details don't matter), nopony would give Trixie the time of day. They just glared at her. When she asked somepony why they were staring daggers into her, she learned that they knew about what happened in Ponyville. As did the next town. And the one after that. And the one after that.
By now, Trixie's bits were gone. Despite her best efforts to squeeze every last bit, fate had other ideas: a small tear developing in her coinpurse, that went unnoticed until all the coins spilled out, without her noticing. She had nothing left. She had no money. No cloak and hat. No carriage. And no food in her stomach. She did what she could to get by. She looked for wild berries, rooted through garbage cans, and even begged on street corners. Her attempts were rarely successful.
Now Trixie wasn't Great or Powerful. She was now the Starving and Weak Trixie. It had been weeks since she had last eaten a real meal. She was skinny from lack of food. Her ribs could be clearly seen under her once glorious coat. He coat was caked with mud, and she was covered in gashes. Her mane was in a rat's nest. It no longer had the healthy shine it once did. It was filled with knots, and dirt. The Starving and Weak Trixie had seen better days.
Trixie now lived her days, traveling the roads, and doing the occasional odd job here and there. And by odd job, I mean unmentionable acts, that would haunt Trixie for the rest of her life. She felt so disgusted with herself that she would stoop down to those levels just for a little money or food. Often, she would get stiffed. She let them do things to her, and she was left with nothing to show for it. Sometimes, she prayed to Celestia just for release from all of it. Just to fall asleep under a park bench for the night, and to never wake up. But, Celestia left her prayers unanswered. Trixie was unworthy of being granted her sweet release from her pain, torment, and her (ever increasing) regrets.
Funny thing about roads. You can follow them and reach new places, or they can lead you right back to where you started. Like a children's board game. Except Trixie would not be collecting her 200 bits for making it back to Ponyville. The damn road lead her right back to the place where all of her troubles began. Trixie looked around the small town. Everything was back to the way it was. It was as if she had never been there.
She looked at the clock tower in the center of town. It was well past 3 am. Then she heard a crack of thunder, and the rain came down. Hard. Trixie was soaked the second it started. Trixie trudged through the town. If she hadn't been so boastful this wouldn't be happening right now. If she hadn't made an ass of herself in front of everypony. If she hadn't been so foolish.
Trixie wandered aimlessly through the rain. She was now on a bridge. She looked over it. It was about 20 feet to the bottom. 'Should be deep enough', Trixie thought to herself. Climbing up onto the rails, she looked down into the water. Luna's full moon reflected into it. This was it. This was the end. Trixie began thinking about her life, before she took it. She thought of her parents. Dad walked out on mom. Mom didn't take the stress well, so she drowned her sorrows in whiskey. Choked on her own vomit while she was in a drunken stupor.
She thought of the caretaker at the orphanage. Wretched bitch. She worked the foals all day, gave them little to eat, and beat them when they showed weakness. They were forbidden from sleeping until all the chores were done. They usually didn't get done until early in the morning. They were then woken an hour later to do even more chores. She hated every memory of that place.
She thought of her teachers at school. They despised their jobs. They took all of their anger out on the students. If they hated teaching, the students hated learning even more. A wrong answer often resulted in a black eye. Thankfully, one of the teachers cracked a burned the whole damn school to the ground.
Lastly, she thought of Twilight Sparkle. Twilight had never shown her any hate, despite the fact she probably did. She showed kindness and respect to Trixie, despite the fact that Trixie did not deserve it. Twilight had not showed off her skills in hopes of bestong Trixie. Only when the town was in danger did she show her true skill. Twilight was the best and worst thing to ever happen to Trixie.
A few tears escaped Trixie's eyes, but would not have been noticed if anypony had been watching, as they were washed away by the rain. Twilight Sparkle was the best thing to happen to Trixie. Trixie was telling herself to jump, yet the imaginary Twilight in her head told her not to. To get off of the bridge, and find some place dry to sleep.
Twilight was right. Trixie slowly lowered herself off of the railing, and back onto the solid ground. Looking around, Trixie spotted a bench. Galloping over to it, she laid down under it, and quickly fell asleep. "Thank you, Twilight Sparkle." Trixie said, closing her eyes. She allowed herself a small smile. This was the first time in a long time she had smiled. And she had a certain lavender mare to thank for it. That night, Trixie's dreams were filled with only one pony: Twilight Sparkle.