The tears start flowing again, some get into my tea, adding a bit of a salty flavor, but I don’t care. I’m too busy thinking about all the fun and crazy adventures we had together since the very start. As I near the end of memory lane, I start to feel the emptiness once again, the pit of despair. The tears come faster, almost desperate to leave my eyes. I cover my face with my hooves and sob uncontrollably for a time.
I finally gain the will to move again, my final movements, all in the effort to make the pain go away. I tie an end of AJ’s strongest rope to the banister above me, and slide a chair directly underneath. I hold the picture of my friends and family to my chest as I rear back on my hind legs. I delicately tie the other end of the rope around my neck, giving it a swift tug to make sure it won’t come undone. I take one last look at the photo, tears streaming down my muzzle, as I take that one last step forward.
For a moment, I feel weightless as I free fall towards the floor, but all too soon I feel the rope burn as it digs into my neck. My world exploded in pain. Thinking quickly, I cut the rope with my magic, falling the rest of the way.
I hit the ground hard as I gasp for breath. I use my magic to remove the last of the rope from around my neck. There has to be an easier way, wait. There is, the alchemy lab in the basement.
I push myself up to stand on my wobbly legs. I begin to slowly make my way down to the basement. Once I’m finally there I begin to mix and combine a multitude of chemicals and herbs before finally pouring them into a small cup. It was a simple sleep potion, with a dash of something extra.
I make my way back upstairs and past the rope hanging from the banister. I grab my picture of my friends and make my way back upstairs to my room. I sit on my bed and contemplate my life as I stare at the picture once again. Maybe I’m not cut out for this. Should I try to get help? No, nopony would understand, they simply see me as the nerdy librarian. What if this was meant to give me another shot at life? No, I don’t think I could face anyone, what would they say or do when if I tell them the truth? No, second chance or not, this isn’t a life worth living anymore. I already made my choice.
I tilt my head back and swallow the bitter concoction. My head felt light as I felt the sleeping component kick in. I pull the covers of my bed back and lay down, resting my head on my pillow as I cover myself in the warm blankets. I feel my eyelids drooping as I hold the picture to my chest. A small smile traces my lips as the pillow moistens with a tear.
It was late as Spike was walking home, a long day of fun with all his pony friends had left him on the verge of collapsing where he stood. As he drug his feet to the library, sweet thoughts of his comfortable bed filled his mind.
He eventually came to the front door of the library and let himself in. The first thing he saw was the mess of books and old toys of Twilight’s scattered about.
“Seriously? She could at least try to put things away. Whatever, I’ll do it in the morning.” Spike made his way up to the bedroom, casting a raised eyebrow at the rope hanging from the banister. He made his way into the bedroom and glanced at the sleeping form of Twilight. She was facing the window, her back to him as she usually slept.
“Sleeping already? Huh, well when you’re tired…” He trailed off into a yawn. He climbed into his basket and pulled his blanket over his body, before quickly falling asleep.
The next morning Spike awoke to a knocking on the door. “Twilight, Ah’ve come fer mah rope like Ah said Ah… would… Consarnit! Ah told her not ta break mah rope!” He heard AJ yell. He pulled himself from his comfortable bed, dimly noting Twilight was still sleeping.
He made his way downstairs to Applejack. “Hey AJ.”
“Hey yerself, where’s Twilight? We need to have some words.” She said, stomping her hoof.
“She’s still sleeping, come on I’ll wake her up.” Spike led AJ upstairs to the bedroom, where Spike went up to the bed and nudged Twilight. “Hey Twilight, AJ’s here to see you. Twilight?” He pulled back the covers, hoping the cool air would snap her awake, it didn’t.
He reached up and grabbed her bare shoulder, it was freezing to the touch. He tried to shake her, but her entire body was stiff. “AJ? I think something’s wrong with Twilight.”
“What do ya mean?”
“Like, I don’t know. She’s cold and her shoulder is as stiff as a rock.”
AJ froze up, memories of her foal hood flooded into her mind of a dark bedroom and an unresponsive mother laying in her bed. She shook her head and blinked the memory away, that was then and this is now.
“Here, let me see.” She pushed Spike off the bed and out of the way. She reached out a hoof and grabbed Twilight’s shoulders, the feeling was just like the one from so long ago. She recoiled in shock, tears already running down her muzzle.
“No… No no no no not again, no, not again…” She continued muttering under her breath as she further examined Twilight’s body for any sign of life, but there was none to be found.
“What…What is it? What’s wrong?” Spike asked. AJ snapped out of her mutterings for a moment when she realized who was with her.
“Twilight’s… Twilight’s a bit sick right now, Ah need you to gather up our friends. But before you go, Ah need to write to the Princess.” She took him downstairs, closing the door to the bedroom behind her. She took up a quill off the writing desk,
Dear Princess Celestia,
We need you at the library, Twilight’s
She’s
I don’t know what to do