Alright, I've never ever written a diary entry before or thought about it for that matter, but given the circumstances and for my own sanity's sake, I guess I'm out of options with things to do.
Applejack gave me this old diary to write my thoughts in as something to do after what happened to her sister and advised me to use it to keep my emotions and my thoughts in check. I was hesitant at first with all of the guilt I still feel stabbing and eating away at my heart but eventually gave in to her request.
How could I have been so thoughtless and careless?! Apple Bloom, the mare whom I promised I wouldn't do anything stupid after she practically saved my life and looked out for me and took me into her home is now laid up unconscious in her bed because of me and what I did! All because of that damn car of mine!
I mean sure, it did cost me like fifty grand to buy from the dealership in new condition but the life of the being who took care of me and saved me was far more precious than any car can ever be!
So here I am, sat at her side on her bed with her, watching her sleep whilst I write with this prehistoric quill and just as old leather-backed diary in hopes of being there when she wakes up. If she wakes up...
No! No, don't think like that, Matt, you moron! Of course she'll wake up! She has to!
And when she does wake up, I'll be here for her, like she was for me through that time I was laid up in the barn when she patched me up and saved my life shortly after I crashed my Mustang.
Oh, Apple Bloom, I hope you'll forgive me someday. Dead or not, the thought of you hating me for what happened to you after I gave you my word I wouldn't do it is unbearable for me to even think of! I never even realized until the last minute that I may have just lost my best friend because of my selfish attitude and selflessness.
Reaching my hand out, I stroked her cheek lovingly with the back of my hand, feeling an inviting warmth radiate from her.
I knew she was badly hurt but despite all of the bandages around the majority of her left hoof and partially around her body, she looked so peaceful. When she slept, she looked like an angel.
Her breathing was a concern to me, though. It was slow and short and hasn't changed or shown signs of improvement after she got plowed into that tree during yesterday's storm. Hopefully, it wasn't something serious like a broken rib or a punctured lung, no matter how much I wanted to cancel out that possibility.
All I and the rest of the Apple family can do now is wait for what's to come in the future, this time hopefully for the better.