• Published 15th Jun 2019
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Forgettable - Stolenalicorn



A tragic incident brings Twilight to read somepony else's journal.

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Forgettable

Twilight asked that Smolder talk with Starlight first but that after she could take the rest of the day to herself. She seemed to be doing alright, and maybe she was, Dragons are made of pretty stern stuff. But walking in on a suicide can’t be easy for anycreature.

She’d been complaining about the smell coming from a house near the school and had gone to talk to the pony that lived there. When she knocked the door creaked open a bit and she found the unicorn hanging from a rafter.

A team of volunteers got him down shortly after Smolder told Twilight. He’d been taken away until they could find his next of kin.

This wasn’t right! Somepony had needed her help and she hadn’t been there for them. They were so close and she never even knew. She had to know what was wrong.

What had she missed?

Being a princess it was easy enough for her to get access to his home. A little authority certainly came in handy. The house was empty, but it had been furnished at one time. Scrapes on the floor and disturbed dust showed generally where things had been and what they were.

Her hooffalls echoed on the hardwood floor as she explored. Even with the windows open the sickening sweet stench hung in the air. Investigation was really Rarity’s thing, but this was her responsibility. Somehow she had let this happen.

His bookcase was bare but the dust showed that he had a large collection. What had happened to them? What was he reading?

His kitchen had only a plate, bowl, cup and a single setting of silverware. As she looked she just couldn’t find anything else. The cupboards were bare, the pantry completely empty, nothing at all to cook with. How long was he living like this?
Too long.

It was in the bedroom that she finally found something to tell her what she needed to know. There was a book and pen on the floor by a mattress covered with a single sheet. Twilight took the book and surrounded by everything the stallion had left she began to read. It was his journal.

It seems there’s something happening over at the Library. I wasn’t invited but it sounds fun. I’m sure once a few ponies get to know me I’ll be in on these things.

This isn’t going to be like Sire’s Hollow, everypony is so friendly here I’m sure things are going to get better.
Sire’s Hollow … Starlight’s from there. Maybe she knew something about him. Twilight would have to ask her later. And what was going on at the Library? This couldn’t be from as far back as when she moved to Ponyville, could it?

I met Pinkie Pie … again. That’s okay, she talks to everypony and seems to know so much about everypony else that she’s bound to forget a few things. It was still nice, she even hugged me. I think today was a pretty good day.

Of course Pinkie Pie would have known him, she keeps an exhaustive file on everypony in Ponyville and then some. Twilight made a note to talk to Pinkie about him later. Though she didn’t know how much he would have told her. He probably didn’t want anypony to know how he felt.

So Rainbow Dash is a local hero it seems. I haven’t met her but I’ve seen her flying around. Guess she’s off to help somepony else. I wish I could be anywhere near as cool as she is. Maybe then somepony would remember me.

Get it together. You just have to go around town more often, eventually somepony is bound to remember you.
Twilight looked around the barren room again. There was nothing to show her about who this stallion was, all she had was this. What had happened to all of his stuff?

Cider season again. It’s always nice to wait in line and to talk to anypony who cares to. Rainbow Dash was near the back though and I doubted that there would be enough to get to her so I grabbed a second one from the Apples and brought it back for her. Seeing that smile as she realized it was her’s just made everything so much better today. Even if she never made it to the front of the line at least she got some. Tripped and spilled half of mine, but that’s life. After that, just went home and read a good book. I definitely made the right choice in moving here.

Twilight liked that he had found something nice, but what happened between then and now? If he felt things were better why would he do what he did? She thought she heard a creak as she looked up from the book. Probably just the house.

It’s not Pinkie Pie’s fault. She does a lot around town and everypony likes her. She just has too much to remember. It’s better that she forget me than somepony important. Besides, whenever we meet again she gives me a big hug. That at least makes things better.

“Pinkie’s not that forgetful.” Twilight whispered, catching herself off guard. Why would Pinkie Pie never be able to remember this stallion when she remembers literally everypony else in Ponyville.

Another day. Same as the rest. Walked around town talked to a few ponies. Pinkie didn’t meet me again, though I don’t think she remembered my name. I guess that’s progress. Though that also meant no hug. Don’t whine about that! You don’t need somepony else to make you happy, you’ve got to do that yourself. Just like everything else.

Went home and fixed the bookshelf again. Also moved my chair.

“Why was he so hard on himself?” It didn’t matter to her that she was whispering. She could hear easily enough that she was alone in the house. Something he probably felt all too often himself. She took another breath of that putrid air and kept reading.

Look, I know what everypony says. “Don’t give up hope.” “There’s somepony out there for you too.” That’s simply not true. If it were maybe I would have had even one house guest by now. Maybe somepony might actually be my friend … maybe I wouldn’t be alone.

Come on think about nice things, that should help.

Lyra Heartstrings and Bonbon are a cute couple. Looks like they’re happy just being around each other.

Must be nice …

I hate Hearts and Hooves day.

Wouldn’t be alone? Twilight couldn’t deny that everything here was arranged like he never had any visitors, but that had to be recent. It had to be …

I can’t believe I managed to distract Tirek from those foals! He got my magic but they got away so it doesn’t matter. My hooves are still shaking as I think about it. And Princess Twilight and her friends got everypony’s magic back in the end so everything worked out great. This is probably the greatest day of my life!

Given what happened, Twilight was worried that she had to agree. Unfortunately that may well have been the best day of his life.

I saw Starlight Glimmer walking around today. Starlight Glimmer! We were never friends and of course she wouldn’t talk to me when we were foals. But her best friend had just gone off to magic school so there’s that. She always used to look sad when I would see her, but she seemed pretty happy now so I guess things have worked out for her. I wonder whatever happened to Sunburst. Those two were inseparable. I wonder if he ever forgave me.

So maybe Starlight wouldn’t remember much. But she might still know something more about him or his family.
Forgave him for what?

I thought maybe talking about Princess Twilight’s Friendship Journal would help me make some friends … I guess if you don’t agree with somepony else’s opinion you can’t be friends or something. I couldn’t even have a decent conversation today. I did get a picture of the princess and her friends all together as they tried to calm everypony down. They were all smiling when they were with each other.

Is that what it’s like to really have friends?

Against the page sat a photograph almost like a bookmark. It was slightly wrinkled around the edges and the corners were folded. Twilight’s horn glowed as she picked it up and turned it over.

It was photo of her and her friends just before they started singing. It wasn’t their happiest, but they were supporting each other. Once again he was so close and in so much pain but she completely missed him. He was trying to make friends and just feeling worse after every failure.

How could she be the Princess of Friendship and so clearly have missed this.

Makes perfect sense that the Festival of Friendship would be attacked since I went there. Misery hangs around me like a bad stench. I didn’t get to pretend to be a hero this time. I was captured same as everypony else and locked in a cage. All I could do was tell jokes and stories to anypony who would listen. Things were bad enough because of me I could at least try to make things a little less … me.

Twilight reread the entry and still couldn’t comprehend it. Reading it a third time did nothing to help her understand.

That … That wasn’t his fault at all. How could he possibly blame himself for that? And he was trying to keep everypony’s spirits up. Why was he using himself as a synonym for something terrible?

The Princess is building a School of Friendship almost next door to me. Maybe I should leave so it actually has a chance. I am just a curse to anything good. But I don’t want to go. Clearly I’m the problem, but I can’t help but hope that with the school so near I might be able to make a friend. I don’t think it would be good for me to attend, though. Just in case that causes something terrible to happen. I am cursed after all.

There’s no such things as curses! You’re just a little unlucky. Why do you think it’s your fault? How can you think it’s your fault?!

No, just being near me is enough. The Princess’ school was shut down and everypony was sent home. Why did I even come here? All I’ve ever done is make things worse. It used to be only for me, but now I’m making everypony miserable. I guess I was earlier too it just wasn’t quite this bad. But where can I go that I wouldn’t cause trouble?

“No.” Twilight whispered. “It’s not your fault. None is it was your fault.” A tear of her own joining the already tear-stained pages of the journal.

The used book store was more than happy about me donating my personal library. When they asked why I just told them I was going to be leaving Ponyville and those were just the books I couldn’t take with me. Would Applejack appreciate my honesty? I mean, that’s the truth. I won’t be around much longer.

Getting rid of my furniture was a bit more difficult. A lot of it was in good condition since it had never been used and I got a few bits for it. The stuff I had used more I just gave away and helped move it to it’s new home. It was a lot of work but I think I’ve almost finished tying up loose ends. I don’t need anypony else dealing with my problems.

I donated all the extra bits to the Princess’ School. It’s the least I could do for all the trouble I’ve been. I just hope I didn’t cause any trouble when I toured it. It really is a beautiful place. She’s doing something good for Equestria and I shouldn’t mess it up for her any longer.

“It doesn’t work like that.” Twilight breathlessly said, just trying to comprehend how he could think that it would.

I got myself a couple hayburgers and some fries. I really love those, they say you shouldn’t eat them too often but that really doesn’t matter anymore. I even had seconds. I was stuffed! And just before Sugar Cube Corner closed I went and got myself a cake for later with the last couple bits I had. Pinkie Pie remembered me and even asked how I was doing! A lot better now, thank you. I’m doing the right thing. For once in my miserable life I’m actually doing the right thing. Why else would somepony finally remember me? It must be.

“Pinkie remembered you because she cares. Why couldn’t you see that? It had nothing to do with what you were planning. Why couldn’t you just talk to somepony? We would have helped you. I would have been your friend!” Twilight said, even knowing it was too late and that there was nopony to hear her.

Let me just say sorry to whoever finds me. I realize what you saw must be horrible, but believe me when I say that it’s for the best. I can’t ruin anything anymore now. I’ve left the deed to my home in the back of this journal and it’s yours. So do whatever you like with the home and land. It’s not like it’ll do me any good. But if I might make a suggestion; could you plant some peony on the property. They’re lovely flowers and don’t outlive their welcome.

Happy Hearts and Hooves day.

Goodbye.

Hearts and Hooves day was a month ago … Nopony had even thought to check his home in a month!

After his funeral, attended only by Twilight and her friends, Twilight took the journal and added one last entry. Slowly she closed it and placed it on her desk next to a frame holding a slightly worn picture of her and her friends standing in her castle’s entrance smiling at each other.

I’ll remember you Ashen Mane. I promise.
- Princess Twilight Sparkle

Author's Note:

Important comment from Antiquarian

To anyone reading this who may be struggling with thoughts of suicide, please know that you can be helped. Your life matters, and the world will be emptier and darker if you are gone. Even if by some twist of fate no one noticed (and it's almost certain someone would know and care), there would still be a phantom pain - an absence that no one would know the source of, but would be felt all the same. We would be diminished by the loss of you. If that wasn't true, then why is it that people willingly choose to spend their days professionally helping complete strangers to realize their own self worth? You matter. Please talk to someone who can remind you of that.

As Forgettable so poignantly says, there are people whose lives you touch in such wonderful ways that you aren't even aware of, and chances for friendship that you don't even realize. Let others teach you how to find them!

If you're not struggling, but you know people who might be, please share this, especially if you write stories dealing with this subject material - I have therapist friends, and they advised me long ago to pass this along in case the content is a trigger for people.

Suicide Hotline: Link
List of International Suicide Hotlines: Link

Thank you for providing these resources that people may need.

Comments ( 79 )

Shit man, that hit me right in my heart.
Good job.

9680397
Thanks for the compliment. It was hard to write.

RIGHT IN THE FEELS!

It’s like my story Hurt, but much better-executed.

9680434
I'll have to read hurt when I get over writing this one.

9680437
It’s not very good, I can vouch for that.

Also, that was the quickest reply I’ve ever gotten.

9680439
Quick question about hurt.
Johnny Cash or NIN?
I'm die hard Cash but the original is still great.

Comment posted by Solarfollow deleted Jun 15th, 2019

9680449
Yeah, the point is to show that you could hurt those who don't even know you yet. There's people who will help if you tell them what's wrong. He never told anyone what was wrong.

Self-loathing is an absolute beast to deal with. If you aren't careful, it can consume you.
Not a bad story.

9680661
I'd be lying to say I enjoyed writing this one, it was pretty damn hard. But there's value in things that hurt and I didn't want to shy away.
Your welcome. So many times you see the person cry for help, but then there's the times they don't.

The ending is pretty strong, I have to admit that, and so is the concept of the story. However, since you were asking for feedback, I’ll try to go a little deeper.

Grammar-wise, there were some occasional typos and errors here and there, though watch out for run-on sentences. Noticed quite a bunch of them, especially in the beginning. Also, it was rather hard to get into the story’s atmosphere as it oftentimes felt just like a summary of recent events and Twilight’s reactions—in other words, it didn’t make the reader live those through.

Pinkie’s not that forgetful. Why would she never be able to remember this stallion when she remembers literally everypony else in Ponyville.

Furthermore, what is this? The narrator’s statement or Twilight’s thought?

Also, why does Ashen Mane switch from considering himself forgettable to a magnet for disasters midway through? It doesn’t really seem like he has had any kind of similar disastrous experience before the Festival of Friendship, but he still behaves so. Is there any kind of information the readers are missing?

9680667
Yeah. There's more ways to be depressed than what most people realize.

9680691
Yeah, run on sentences are a big problem of mine. Always have been.
I'm trying to get better at pulling people into the story, and that comment about pinkie was supposed to be Twilight's thoughts about it. It looks like I missed that one as I hurried on to write the rest.
It's supposed to be his journal where he remembers most of what happened and is just writing his thoughts on them at the time and Twilight's reactions to them.
As for how he switched. When someone is depressed long enough some start looking for reasons why that could be, I've latched onto the cursed thing myself from time to time. It doesn't make sense to anyone but them at the time. I hoped Twilight's confusion would mirror the reader's confusion at it.

Comment posted by THETACOLOVINGPEGASISTER deleted Jun 15th, 2019

OOF damn too relatable, *looks at bleach* not quite yet my friend your time will come soon. :moustache: your writing was really good though, really sucked you in to the story

9680731
Thanks.
*steals bleach to clean the floor*

9680711
Yeah, I see. In cases like this, it is good to spend more time describing the scene and also do so in a way as if the reader was there. So, don’t describe just how something looks and don’t tell them what it means. Use other senses beside sight and explore the place a little, letting your audience connect the dots. And don’t forget to convey how the place feels. That’s the ultimate trick to dragging people in.

And actually, I was surprised that Twilight didn’t really react to him switching that much. Sure, she commented on the fact that he shouldn’t blame himself, but the fact he started blaming himself so suddenly went unnoticed :twilightsheepish:

9680747
Gotcha.
I'll keep these in mind.
I wanted to try telling it from Twilight's perspective but I'm not exactly good at that writing.

To anyone reading this who may be struggling with thoughts of suicide, please know that you can be helped. Your life matters, and the world will be emptier and darker if you are gone. Even if by some twist of fate no one noticed (and it's almost certain someone would know and care), there would still be a phantom pain - an absence that no one would know the source of, but would be felt all the same. We would be diminished by the loss of you. If that wasn't true, then why is it that people willingly choose to spend their days professionally helping complete strangers to realize their own self worth? You matter. Please talk to someone who can remind you of that.

As Forgettable so poignantly says, there are people whose lives you touch in such wonderful ways that you aren't even aware of, and chances for friendship that you don't even realize. Let others teach you how to find them!

If you're not struggling, but you know people who might be, please share this, especially if you write stories dealing with this subject material - I have therapist friends, and they advised me long ago to pass this along in case the content is a trigger for people.

Suicide Hotline: Link
List of International Suicide Hotlines: Link

9680786
So well said, and so true.
Thanks for your time reading, understanding, and for providing these resources that some may just need.
Never give up. Not on others, and not on yourself.
(I can only up vote once.)

Huk

Nicely done... got a fave and a watch.

Too bad it's like a vision of the future for some of us... :ajsleepy:

9680792
Hey, if you wanna 'upvote' more than once, just copy-paste it to the author's note so it stays attached to the story and not a random comment. I'm just the messenger. Thank you for providing a venue for the message to get around.

9680795
Hopefully not many though. Antiquarian just below us here has a few things to say about it worth reading. And don't forget, there will always be someone who cares, even when things feel their darkest.

Huk

9680799

Respectfully, but... as someone who has 'studied' the subject both in theory and practice, I'm afraid some people can't be helped, no matter what 'specialists' would like you to believe.

If you're like that pony from the story - an average forgettable person with no friends or family, then calling a suicide hotline may be a quick fix... but it won't magically give you friends, or make you less shy, or more trusting towards people. It won't fix the underlying condition - that takes time and effort, and those are two things that people these days don't have in abundance...:applejackunsure:

Sorry for sounding so negative, but that story hit close to home... especially today.:ajsleepy:

9680818
No, I understand. I really do.
There are people you can talk to if you need to. Even if it's a hopeless situation hopesully someone can make you feel a little better for a while at least.

9680444
I based it off of the Johnny cash meaning with a touch of the NIN ending.

I personally love the Johnny Cash version, not that big of a fam of the NIN version.

9680736
Muahaha that was my plan all along look at you now cleaning the floor as I thought you would :trollestia:

Excellent story, very well written.

Comment posted by duckboy416 deleted Jun 16th, 2019

9681666
You disagree with providing resources people might need for help?
The point of the story is if you need help reach out and get help.
I get the reference, but people I've known who need help have never had this happen to them. Yes, in the US.

9681666
You base not calling for help on a COMIC? My god thats INSANE.

9681870
I completely agree with you. I've had friends who've needed these resources and it's nothing like the comic said it to be.

So sad and simple, yet it touched so many. Thank you for writing this.

Waited a bit to comment to get my thoughts in order and reflect on the story. There was a time I was pretty much in Ashen Mane's exact situation, a time when it felt like I was nothing more than a burden on everyone and I genuinely wondered if they would be better off without me.

I've mostly been able to move past those days with the help of some treasured friends of my own, who in all likelihood may never know how much they've helped me just by existing. Every time I was in that pit, the main thing stopping me from just giving up was the thought of what it would do to the person who found me, be they a stranger or family and how my friends would take it.

I'm reminded of how the cosmic gods in fiction rewrite destiny just by existing. They don't intend to, just being there changes things. The thing is, everybody does that right here in reality every day. You don't need to speak, give a material gift or even solve the problem. Sometimes just listening while they vent can be enough. Just that might be enough to stop someone from crossing that line, and you may have done so for someone without even knowing it.

Every life is a candle, and sometimes it only takes one light to hold back the dark.

9682495
I never expected it to reach more than a handful, but here we are now. Thank you, and everyone else who's read Forgettable.

9682532
That was a very thoughtful and well written comment. I know this story is hard for some and can drag up some dark memories, but if we look we can find light in the darkness.
Thank you. And I'm glad that you have friends who helped you through your hard times.

While this story did bring up some old dark memories I also think that it's its own brand of good. Explaining that mindset to others is so very hard to do, because what you're thinking makes perfect logical sense to you. "Of course the all of the bad things are my fault, I'm just not a good person anymore, and I'll fix it by just taking myself out of the equation. It'll be okay, everyone will be happier then!" And you just don't get how horrifying that is for someone else. For the people you'll leave behind if you do that. A lot of people don't really want to die, it just seems like the best solution when you're stuck in the mindset.

But people like Twilight in this story do exist, they are there.

I guess the weirdest thing is you can be both, even at my worst I didn't want anyone else to make such a devastating choice. I think that's what kept me going. I would go out of my way to help others who felt suicidal and then they became my reason to stay. It turned into "I can't go anywhere until I know they'll be safe, they're counting on me to be here now." It showed me I could be a valuable person to others, in showing others they had worth I found my own.

Sorry I'm rambling, good story, very good.

9682969
You weren't rambling, and I appreciate your comment. It's great that you can be there to help others and in so doing find strength for yourself.

It was a good story. I understood it only upon rereading...The point of it wasn't to understand Ashen Mane's reasoning, to see all the details of his life that would justify what he did. The unanswered questions irked at me...but...of course there are no answers, of course it's insufficient. His life was cut short. The point was that no matter what, he didn't have to do it.

I donated all the extra bits to the Princess’ School. It’s the least I could do for all the trouble I’ve been. I just hope I didn’t cause any trouble when I toured it. It really is a beautiful place. She’s doing something good for Equestria and I shouldn’t mess it up for her any longer.
“It doesn’t work like that.” Twilight breathlessly said, just trying to comprehend how he could think that it would.

Somehow this part had got to me the most, and is what probably allowed me to understand. Because of course it doesn't work like that..He could have been helped, he was the most suitable pony for this school in the whole Equestria. Nobody needed it more than him. I'm probably rambling, but this story hit me a little. The point of this story is that everybody deserves help no matter who they are...at least that's what I got from it.

this story is really well done and covers a fact about suicide and suicidal people that pop-culture tends to avoid.

the suicidal people aren't obvious, they aren't rationalizing things they way most people would, and they rarely do anything that would foretell there intentions before it's too late.

this story is very well done, good job.

Elu

That speaks to me on a personal level. I've been through this, and if not for chance, I'd probably not be here. But back then, I didn't think that I was causing trouble or was worthless. My inner reasoning was that... hm, I actually don't know how to explain it correctly. I think I was under a delusion of a different, better world waiting for me on the other side. I just longed for something that would be better than my situation and the world surrounding me. I didn't think that the world would be better off without me, it was the other way around. I thought that I would be better off without this world. And it might still be true.

Obviously, no one knows what happens after death. As far as I can say, there is nothing, just like before birth. And we won't be able to perceive it because, well, we're dead. Maybe it's somewhat difficult to wrap your head around the concept of not existing, but to me, death seems like the end, and nothing comes after it.

I wasn't scared by it, though. When I wanted to die, I was ready for anything. Nothingness I could or couldn't feel, some sort of afterlife, reincarnation, or something else, I was ready for it. I just wanted to escape the reality permanently.

I still do, but now I know what dying feels like. It's very painful. I no longer actively seek to end my life, but if death came to me, I'd not resist. After all, if there was an easy way out, I would still take it. Living can be exciting, but my life is not, and I don't really see how it would change.

Sorry for rambling, but this story really hit me. I didn't even want to open it at first because, well, no one likes to think of death. And yet here I am.

9683858
I understand a lot of what you said.
Though I would like to pull bits from several sources for this.
Do not go quietly into that good night. Fight like hell, and create your own future. One where you can be happy and look to your past, mistakes and all, and feel pride for what it has lead to.

Elu

9683865
To be honest, I don't even know what future to consider good. I'm a dreamer, and I like to dream of impossible things like cute intelligent ponies that love being friendly. I can't really chase that dream unless I take drugs, and we all know where drugs lead.

I don't really know what else there is that I want. Maybe living a quiet life? Sure, I can probably manage that, but... It's just existing without purpose. Frankly, I don't believe in inherent purpose or meaning of life, but I don't know what purpose to assign to my own life.

I'm disappointed in pretty much everything. I don't really have friends, I've never experienced love. I'm just, well, here. Existing. Writing pony fiction using my imagination and daydreaming.

There's really nothing else. I guess that's why I'm accepting death. If it's the absolute end, I won't even realize it to care. If it gives me a second life... maybe it'd be interesting.

Here, though? Sure, there are plenty of interesting thing. But I don't really want to put the energy into any of it. I want to sit in a comfortable armchair by the fireplace and just stare into the flames. I don't have a solid motivation for anything.

So yeah, I'm just here, existing because I've not died yet. There's barely anything driving me forward. I just do what I always do. I have food, water, shelter, internet. And... well, I guess I feel empty. I used to have suicidal depression, and I hope it's the right term. I used to cry a lot about things, but now it's all pretty empty. I can't even talk to a therapist because I have no money and I'm on Russia. I don't really want to trust any therapists here. And again... I don't have much money. Definitely not enough to afford a good therapist.

Elu

Actually, scratch that part about therapists. I'm going to get one once I get money transferred to my bank account from PayPal. I need a therapist,and it's best I talk to one. Maybe my life will become better.

Hoo boy. Yea this one is dark.

Stuff like this is why I thank God everyday that I learned a very important lesson early on.

You are who you choose to be.

This is a very good one-shot.

This is really good

9684049
Yes. Please talk to someone.
Finding purpose is difficult but when you know what you want you can start moving towards it.
I hope you can find a therapist you trust and like.

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