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.
The next thing I see is a pink blur burst into my house and somehow manage to untie the rope before my weight held it taunt. I hit the floor hard, knocking the wind from my lungs. I gasp for air as I find my footing, and look up to see a furious Pinkie Pie.
“What the BUCK are you thinking Twilight?! You’re lucky my Pinkie sense told me to come find you!” She yells. I can’t find words, she had caught me in the act, there’s no way I’m going to be able to talk this down. Not that my body will let me in the first place. As I look at the furious mare, all I can think is that she saved my life. She saved me so I can continue to live a life of utter despair, and I hate her for it. I hate that she cared. Something inside me snaps, my vision goes dark yet I can still see.
I glare at Pinkie, how dare she try to keep me here against my will, to keep me here to suffer? If she wants me to suffer, then so shall she. I focus, creating a black ball of dark magic on the tip of my horn. With a furious scream I launch it at the pink mare. She was too nimble and was able to evade my attack, but no matter.
I grab her in my telekinesis, the once soft pink glow now an inky black, and I pin her to the floor.
“Twilight! Twilight please, calm down it doesn’t have to be this way!” I can feel the fear radiating from her, and it feels good.
I walk up to her slowly as I grab the large wooden horse head bust from the table. “I hate you… This is all your fault…” I raise the bust over my head and bring it down as hard as I could. Pinkie screams in terror, unable to bring her pinned hooves up to protect herself as the bust crashes into her face. I lift the bust, Pinkie’s muzzle was broken and bleeding and she was crying in pain and fear.
I bring the bust down again, and again, and again. Eventually the sobbing stopped, but I didn’t. I wanted to see how big I could make the puddle of blood before I got too tired. Once I was satisfied, I tossed the bust to the side revealing a crushed scull of a pony. I smiled, I had done this. It felt powerful, thrilling, like I wasn’t even living until this point.
I let the blackness spread across my body, encasing me in a warm embrace. I cackled wickedly as I left the library, Queen Aura was hungry, and there was already such a feast waiting for me.