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// Chapter 1 
// Story: Alone 
// by Derpyx0 
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Alone

Written By Derpy 2


"Scootaloo? We're coming Scoot, hold on!" Sweetie Belle screamed.
"HELP!" Scootaloo cried out to nopony in particular. "Somepony, help!"
"Hold on Scootaloo, we're ah coming!" Applebloom yelled out. Scootaloo screamed again. Sweetie Belle kept running. Just a little bit farther. If only.... if only they had stayed, if... if only they had watched her.
"Shut up Sweetie Belle!" Sweetie murmured to herself. She raced around the one-room schoolhouse, muscles aching, sweat running down her face. She wouldn't stop, not until she reached Scootaloo. She turned a corner to see Scootaloo lying in a heap. "Scootaloo!" Sweetie cried out in agony, "Scoot! Hold on! Just a minute!" Sweetie and Applebloom couldn't get there fast enough. They stumbled, both falling to Scootaloo's side.
"Scoot! We- we'll get somepony! Hold on!" Applebloom yelled, running off. Sweetie sat there, trying to bear the feeling of guilt and sorrow building up in her.
"Scoot, I-" Sweetie Belle choked on her own words. She couldn't bear to see Scootaloo crumpled up in a heap like that. Not moving, barely breathing. "Scoots, I-" Sweetie tried again, only to be cut off by a noise. "A- Applebloom? Is.... is that you?" The noise was becoming clearer and closer. It sounded.... shrill... like a... scream. Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced the silence, catching Sweetie by surprise. She covered her ears with her hooves. "Scoots? Wha- whats going on?" she asked the non-moving filly on the ground. The screams were becoming louder and louder. Soon, there was more than one scream. Hundreds of screams filled the air. Soon, those screams formed words. Sweetie whimpered and curled up into a tight ball. 
"Sweetie Belle! Applebloom! Help!" the screams yelled into Sweetie's ears. Sweetie Belle screamed. Why was her friend torturing her like this? She couldn't take it.
"Scootaloo please.... stop!" Sweetie screamed. She thrashed around.
"Sweetie! Sweetie Belle!" a voice said. Rarity? Was she here to help- Sweetie's thought was cut off by Rarity once again. "Sweetie Belle, wake up!"
Sweetie awoke to Rarity's strained face. "Sweetie Belle. You were having another nightmare! You know it wasn't your fault Sweetie! It was an accident!" Rarity tried to reassure her. Sweetie sighed.
"Bu- but it was my fault... if I... I had been there quicker, Scoots wouldn't have crashed... and-" Sweetie let out a big sob and burst into tears. Rarity sighed. Ever since the accident, Sweetie had been waking up in a cold sweat, screaming. 
"Sweetie, I think, I think it's time," Rarity admitted. "It is time for you to get out of your room and go outside. You need to talk with your friends."
"But my friends, they aren't here! Applebloom is, well, locked away in her room, and Scoots..." Sweetie stuttered.
"Surely you have other friends, sweetheart! You just need to go play with them. It is time for you to return to school. You're getting behind on your studies anyway, and no sister of MINE will be uneducated", Rarity directed promptly. Her face softened. "Sweetie, I think you'll feel better if you talk to some other ponies. It'll help you get your mind off of things. It's settled. Tomorrow, you will go to school." Sweetie was in shock. She didn't want to go to school! She had been out for so long! And, without Applebloom and Scootaloo, she would be all alone! "Now, try and get some rest Sweetie. We don't want you tired on your first day back!" Rarity said as she trotted to the door. When she shut it, Sweetie sighed. She hated Rarity for making her go to school. Didn't she remember? That's where... IT happened. Sweetie referred to Scootaloo's death as 'IT'. It was to painful to say 'death, accident, or demise'. All the memories hurt Sweetie Belle and thinking of them reopened the wound. Rarity didn't get it. Nopony got what she was feeling except Applebloom and Applebloom wouldn't come out of her room. Sweetie had felt so many feelings after IT. Guilt, regret, sorrow, and now, the feeling of being alone. It didn't feel good.