You may have vanquished an Ursa Minor, but you will never have the amazing, show-stopping ability of the Great and Powerful Trixie!
Those were the last words I said as I ran away from the town. I had blown it, blown away something I had worked at trying to achieve for all of my life. It hit me when I was running away from Ponyville that everything I had was gone, my cape that I spent many days, nights and fabric ensuring I got it right, the carrage that I had spent almost every single bit I had and what little respect I had left in that town; all of it was destroyed. After running for about two miles, I stopped and looked up at the night sky. This was it, this was what I have now; nowhere to live, nothing to eat, nothing to drink and my one talent was crushed right in front of my very eyes. All I did for the rest of the night was lay on the grass and cry myself to sleep.
Everything was coming back at this point. My father kicking me out of my house at a young age, collapsing on the ground in the middle of town before waking up in an orphange, spending years building up my hobby and then messing it all up. I could've just tried again, if those stupid idiots that were following me around didn't bring in that massive mystical brute that destroyed my carrage, I could just go to another city and try again. Instead, I'm left in the middle of nowhere, back to how I was many years ago; alone, cold and depressed.
The next day, I was awoken by some pony I had never seen before. They told me that I 'couldn't stay here', and all I could do was be reminded of the guard that told me that I couldn't sleep on the bench. I simply just got on my four hooves and walked away quickly, crying even more. I looked back and saw the pony just walk back to Ponyville. They clearly didn't care about me, and right now, I didn't care about myself either. As I walked further and further away from Ponyville, there was one thing on my mind which was about my parents. Do they still know about me? Do they remember me at all? All these thoughts were coming into my mind, especially about my father. They all gave me the impulse to rush on to my old home and see if my parents remember who I am and welcome me back into their home. I ran as fast as I could, the only thing pushing me onwards was the thought that my parents would welcome me back, my father apologising for his over-reaction, and him imbracing what I liked doing. Maybe he might even help me get back on my hooves, helping me make a new carrage. My mother could help me make a new cape. It all sounded wonderful! It would be the best turn around of my life!
Things were strange once I arrived, however. The house I remember looked nothing like it was when I was a young filly. The dark brown wood from the past has been a light cream colour and the door was a dark red, instead of the bright yellow I knocked one day in my youth, hoping my parents would welcome me back, to no avail. I slowly walked up to the door and knocked on it. After a few seconds, I heard a quiet creak as the door opened, to which I saw a small, old mare. I thought this was strange, I mean, how could my mother look like this, when she looked so young in my youth? My question was quickly answered. Turns out that the original owners of the house had moved to a completely different country, having won the lottery. I thought it was obsurd, but the mare handed me a news article explaining it all. It all happened two years after I had been kicked out. I didn't want to believe it, but the article was from a trusted news source. You can guess how I felt at that point. All I could do at this point was just cry, I had absolutely nothing now. I was wondering around in a town where no-pony cares, with nothing on me but a few bits and feeling of just giving it all up. I headed to a nearby cafe, trying to find something that I could buy with my last few bits. Fortunately, I had enough for a sandwich, even though it was the cheapest one there. I had bought my lunch and started eating it, with the smallest amount of glee. That was, until someone bumped into me, asking if I was The Great and Powerful Trixie that was in town the day before. After said that I was, they all mocked me, calling me everything from a failure to pathetic. They then proceeded to destroy my lunch until all that was left was a mixture of bread and dirt, before they all left. I had it at this point, I had it with the torment, being treated like the stuff I was staring at for all my life, having to live it without the safety net of my parents who just left me the instant the got a whole bunch of money. I decided to end it and I wanted to end it today.
I went around Ponyville all day, trying to find the best place to end it all. There was a bridge just to the north west of Ponyville, connecting it with Phillydelphia. I didn't make any plans, no letter to say my goodbyes, because why would I need to do that? Nopony cared at this point, my death would just be something silent. When I arrived at the bridge, I just stayed there for what felt like hours, just watching the day go by, seeing all the ponies living their happy lives without fault. As for me, I was just waiting for the time when it would be right to just jump into the depths of the river below and leave this world for good. I had found out an hour had passed before I finally decided to go ahead and get on with it.
I was just about to jump before I heard somepony yelling and running at me. As they came closer, I remember who it was, it was the stallion at the orphanage that I spent most of my life at. As soon as I saw that, I jumped back onto the right side of the bridge and embraced him in a tight hug. He hugged back, crying his eyes out. I couldn't help but do the same. He saw me about to jump off the bridge and came to save me from doing such a thing. He told me that I was someone that he admired, mostly because he knew first hand everything I had to go through to get to that point. I may have blew it, but he told me not everypony was perfect first time, even if the first time took years of planning.
After that, he decided to give me a permament spot in the orphanage I stayed in as a filly. I would be there to help all the young filles and colts to become who they wanted to be, without slipping up like I did. But there was something else that the stallion wanted me to see when I arrived there. He had started to rebuild my carrage as well as clean and fix my cape and hat. Tears swelled up in my eyes when I saw this, but not from sadness, this time, it was from realising that the pony that cared about me the most in my life was the one that saved me from the outside world when I wasn't ready.
It turns out he had to do the same thing twice.
I couldn't be more happy that he did.