//------------------------------// // "Two Types of Darkness" // Story: Only In The Rock Slide // by VisionOfLunasty //------------------------------// Journal Entry - Inky Pie - Entry 47 In this world, there are probably two types of darkness. The first one; The blinding shade of midnight when it crosses over our eyes, or the blurred lines we see in our sleep. The second one; Being cruel and cold and heartless and empty of all emotions. It would be terrible to say that we, my sister and I, are both suffering from the "Dark", right now. Where Blinky is fearful of the shadows in the cavern, I'm fearful of the shadows in my own heart. I don't know why I wanted to run away, I guess it would make sense. As a filly, each of us would get the same amount of attention. But, now, growing up, all that Mother and Father think about is Pinkie Pie. I wonder why they think Pinkie Pie is so perfect? I'm the perfect one, here! I stayed home, I worked all day, I even give my fair helpings of food up to the intern who is upset because she lacks power. Although, I'm regretting that decision now, where I'm feeling faint due to hunger. Blinky is fine, but she can't go too long without sleep or food. I could go a while longer without food, and I can go a few days without sleep, Blinky, however. Blinky fails to have the ability to go without schedule and planning. I feel horrible, now, telling her that she can come along. Then again, who wants to go on a journey all alone? Pinkie Pie did. Pinkie Pie could have invited us before she went off to go make others dreams come true. I don't care, though. I wouldn't want to be surrounded with her "perfectness" or "goodness". I want to be surrounded by masses of jewelry, unfathomable even by the two princesses. Tonight will be a long journey. A long journey that may be worth it, though. Maybe. So, in my journal, I pray that Blinky has everything she needs. Even the strength to stay strong. If that makes sense. With that, Sincerely, Inky Pie. I shut my journal and drop my pen. Blinky bounced over and looked over my shoulder, her smile open with happiness. "So, Inky-" she started with a gasp of dusty, stoned air, "-where do you think we should go, hmm? There are tons of options. Left, Right, Up, Down. Where do you want to start?" She looked at me with her brilliant yellow eyes. "Blinky. I think we should start going whichever way you'd want. It's up to you, as long us you lead us to riches." I muster the words out of my mouth as I stood up, stretched out my back and hooves, and yawned. "Lets go to the left, because you are left-hoofed. That must be lucky." Blinky smiled widely, and warmly. I rolled my eyes slightly out of annoyance for her happiness. "Left it is." I say as I start to walk towards the left opening of the cave. My purple eyes flashing with worry for my younger sister. "Are you sure you want to g-" Blinky walked straight by me and entered the cave with a bounce. "Hurry up, Inky. Jeez, you take forever." Blinky bounced deeper into the cave without me, my ears flattening. She had the same amount of happiness that Pinkie Pie did, but with more reason. Blinky Pie was suffering from a hurt-filled life, and she makes it better with her fake smiles. Pinkie Pie just bounces around like an idiot because she thinks she can. "Uh- Blinky. Wait up." I said with confusion as I trotted my way closer to her. "Blinky, I don't want you getting hurt, at all. Stay beside me, o-" Again, interrupted. "Look at this! It starts going down!" Blinky sat down and glared up at me. I would hate to slide down this, I would rather not attack my own bottom with sharp objects. "Inky, Grab my and push us down." I starred at her with an intense glare. I was ready to already yell at her, but I decided for my sanity I wouldn't do anything to harsh or rude. Somehow, I felt like I was forgetting something. I rolled my eyes again and moved closer as I sat down then wrapped my hooves around her waist. Her front hooves started to scoot us down. Though it looked scary in the first place, I was wrong. We slid down with ease and, surprisingly, a lot less pain then I thought. The speed of this "ride" was so thrilling, Blinky even screamed with delight and waved her hooves up in the air. I could feel my tail being left behind in the dust, but it was a cool feeling. Similar to a bath, but with dirt instead of the foam. Something about this was exciting, and I even let out a squeal of delight. Well, that changed quickly. From one moment, screaming with delight, to the next for screaming of fear. We were being scratched up and cut from the stones on the bottom, and we even went past a few gems. I lacked the speed to grab them, and instead I was thrown down. Feeling the lack of my sister around my hooves. I was shocked to see her a few feet in front of me. "Blinky!" I screeched as I watched her drift away, I moved my head forward to gain speed, and it worked. But not enough. With Blinky so far ahead, and me lacking the speed, there was only one choice. Blinky stretched out her hooves and scrapped them across the stone walls. Her body stopped within a short amount of time, but I knew I wouldn't as I lept into the air and grabbed her around her neck and pulled her in close. We were hugging before we fell. My body slamming against the sharp, rocky ground felt like a shock that made me paralyzed. Not being able to feel my rump or my hooves was scary, but not as scary as seeing my sister laying on the ground without moving. Had I killed my sister? "No! Blinky! I knew this was a bad idea... I knew it was horrible, I knew I shouldn't have brought you." I sobbed loudly as I tried to manage my body. It didn't work as I was still on my back. There was only one thing to do, and here it wouldn't work no matter what. I shut my eyes and cried, as my voice-box prepared itself. "Help!" I screamed. "Somepony, Anypony, Help! Help us!" I felt my eyes going into a sharp pain. "Help, Somepony. Something, anyone! We need help. My sister, she needs help. I can't... feel my body..." My tears spilled against my chest and fell onto my hooves. "Help! Help us!" My screaming was futile, and I knew it, too. My voice would be raspy soon, and the only pony who could possible scream us to help then would be my sister, and she may or may not be dead. I would find out anyways, the way I worked myself up. I felt my stomach turning. "Help. Someone. Help." I shut my eyes and cried softly as my body failed to move. My tears hit the rocky ground like a waterfall. It hurt to feel nothing, but it hurt worse to know my sister may be dead when I wake up. It hurt to only feel hurt.