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// A Letter to Twilight (Updated) 
// Story: My Final Decision 
// by Sillyponyme 
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	Sonata was about half a block away when she heard someone coming up behind her. She flipped around on her hurt ankle without thinking and fell to the ground. She got a good enough look at the person to know that she didn’t like her. “Why can’t you leave me alone? Do you enjoy stalking me? I’m not some pet that you have to look after. Just because I was a helpless foal when she died doesn’t mean I am now!” Sonata screamed. 

Sunset offered to help Sonata up but her hand was pushed away. Sunset wanted to yell at her for being so stubborn but she knew all too well it wouldn’t do any good and she wasn’t about to admit to herself that she was being stubborn as well. All she could do was speak calmly. “Look, I’m sorry for whatever happened to you as a foal, I’m sorry." Sunset pauesed a moment to breathe. "Look, I’m not here to stalk you Sonata; I’m here to help you. That’s all I want to do.” Sonata stood up off the ground and slapped Sunset as hard as she could. Her nails sliced Sunsets skin causing her to bleed from the four scratches. Sunset stumbled backward and held her hand to her face in pain groaning. When she removed her hand from her cheek, blood covered her hand and dripped down her arm. Sunset looked up and glared at the girl before her. “Fine, you want to be alone then fine.” Sunset walked away cursing Sonata the entire way home.

Sunset walked into her house in pain and tired. She had stayed up just to make sure that Sonata was ok and she attacked. “So much for making up tonight.” Sunset tripped into her bathroom and attempted to catch herself but failed. She fell on her stomach and lost the breath in her lungs. All she wanted to do was help and this is what she got in return. After catching her breath, she opened up the medicine cabinet and pulled out some rubbing alcohol. “This is going to seriously hurt.” She pulled out some cotton balls and dabbed them in the alcohol. “Here goes nothing.” She dabbed her face and screamed curse after curse into the air.

After about a five minute torture session full of curses toward the pain and possibly a bit toward Sonata, Sunset placed some bandages over her cuts and held them in place with the adhesive tape. “I need to speak with Princess Twilight.” She flinched as she spoke as it caused her cuts to stretch beneath the bandages. “I swear; that girl has some serious claws on her.” 

Sunset walked out of the bathroom and over to her desk where she kept the journal when she wasn’t in school. She quickly realized after a few incidents at school that she needed the book with her wherever she went just in case. She pulled out her book and opened it up. “Where to start?” She wondered as she tapped her chin with her pen. “I know.” 

Dear Princess Twilight,

I need some advice on what a friend should do. You see, I’m trying to be friends with Sonata Dusk, you know, from the Dazzlings. Anyway, I’m trying to be her friend but the more I try to talk with her, the more she pushes me away. Just a few minutes ago, she scratched me pretty badly. The left side of my face looks like it’s ready for Halloween. In case you’re wondering, Halloween is the equivalent to Nightmare Night. I suppose we can talk later about things like this. Anyway, back to the topic at hand or hoof in your case. 

I don’t know what to do now. Do I leave her alone; do I continue to try to get close to her? I’m still having a hard time seeing Sonata like this. She is usually so happy and a little more like Pinkie Pie. Now she is all dark and gloomy. She says that she wants to be alone. She doesn’t trust that I want to be her friend or that I really want to help.

That’s the other thing, she accused me of saying something that Adagio and Aria said and something happened. I’m not sure what but she really wanted me away after word. Did that sentence make any sense to you?

There are two other things that I need to bring up. She said something about someone or somepony dying. I’m not sure what that was about and when I apologized to her for whatever happened to her when she was younger and told her I wanted to help, she sliced my face. I probably should have mentioned that above huh? Anyway, the last thing I should mention is a weird mark on her neck. It looks like it could be a siren inside of a golden circle. I think that everything she is going through has to do with that marking on the back of her neck and her two friends. The only thing is that I haven’t a clue if they are connected or not. You might want to look it up, see what you can find on Sonata and the siren in the golden ring. If anyone can do it, it’s you.

Sincerely your friend,
Sunset Shimmer

PS. If you want to and can come visit, please do. I need all the help I can get.

Sunset closed the book and set it on her desk. She flinched as the cuts on her face stung her. In an attempt to get her mind off her face, she turned on her television. There were a few marathons going on at the moment. She couldn’t decide between two of them, Attack on Titan or The Walking Dead. She thoroughly enjoyed both series very much. It could also be that even on her bad days, she knew the characters in those two shows had it far worse then she had it. At the moment, either would take her mind off recent events. As she began to choose which show she wanted to watch, she checked to see which marathon was further through. To her dismay, they were both equally through. Normally she would watch whichever had the most episodes left but both shows had the same amount left. Sunset couldn’t decide and so she went with the marathon that she was closest to. “Attack on Titan it is.” With a loud yawn, she selected the program. Unfortunately, she fell asleep before she made it five minutes into the show.

Sunset felt like she had only been sleeping for a few minutes when the doorbell rang and woke her up. She looked at the time and found it was ten o’clock in the morning. She stretched out and let out a yawn before getting out of bed to answer the door. The doorbell rang once again. “I’m coming, hold on!” Sunset yelled as she walked toward the door. When she opened it up, there in front of her was Sonata with something in her hands and an officer. “Good morning officer, did “yawn” Sonata do something?”

The officer rubbed his forehead that gave Sunset the indication that he had a headache and was probably irritable. “More or less, she broke into a building that she had been kicked out of, according to her, to grab something of hers. " The officer spoke with much irritation in his voice but he was calm. "I’m letting her off with a warning. The only reason I don’t arrest her for the break in is because she was retrieving something of great importance to her. I can understand how a picture could be sentimentally important. Now I've heard of you Sunset Shimmer from my fellow officers. I believe you're a good girl and with that in mind, would you care to take in blue girl here until morning or if you would rather just help her find a job somewhere, I'll leave her here. I don't really care either way." Perhaps you and your friends can help her.” Sunset nodded, gave an awkward smile and let Sonata into her home. “Have a good day and remind her every so often that if she tries this again, she will get more than just a warning. Breaking into a home is only appropriate if it’s your own, not if you used to live there.”

“Good day and thank you officer-” Sunset looked at the officers’ nametag. “Armor.” The officer nodded and walked away. Sunset turned to Sonata and folded her arms. “It looks like we’re stuck together and only you have yourself to blame for this one.”

“Whatever.” Sonata hugged the photo close to her chest and turned around. Sunset wanted to ask who was on the picture but decided against it.

“I’m still tired from watching you all night and I’m sure you’re tired too so let’s both get some sleep.” Sunset walked back to her room and fell asleep on her bed grateful that it was Saturday.

Sonata groaned angrily, she couldn’t stand Sunset Shimmer. “Don’t you worry yourself with me; I don’t need you to protect me. I don’t want protection or to be here anymore.” Sonata whispered as she took a glance into the kitchen in the direction of the knives. “I won’t be anyone’s problem anymore.” Sonata looked down at the picture in her hand as she took a seat and began to cry. “I’ll see you soon mom.”