> A Guardian Angel Named Pinkie Pie
>  by Flutterpie3
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> 1. The Accident
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Pinkie Pie:

I woke up at 5:00 A.M, like I do every morning. It's Wednesday, and that means Fluttershy is walking to school. My heart Flutters at the thought of Fluttershy, and I smile the biggest smile, because I know that today I'm going to tell her how I feel. 

I (literally) hop out of bed, and get ready for the day. Once I'm done with that I go to wake all my sisters up. Who would want to wake up an hour later with their annoying alarm clocks when they can be awoken now by me? 

I start with my youngest (by a few minutes) sister Marble Pie. Her room is the smallest, because she is the youngest of all the Pie sisters. I quietly open the door and tiptoe to her bed. I slowly shake her bed so she wakes up. Her eyes open slowly. At first she's confused until she sees me. 

"Wakey wakey!" I say. She roles her eyes.

"Mhmm." She says sitting up. I smile and walk out of the room.

Next is my second youngest sister Limestone Pie. I walk into her average sized room, and dodge all of the clothes on her floor. I quietly walk up to her bed and do the same thing I did to wake up Marble. Limestone grunts and rolls over.

"Come on sleepy head!" I say. She pierces me with her green eyes, and rolls over. I shrug there's not much you can do to make her happy. Except maybe staying off Holders Boulder. There's not much you can do to wake her up either. I walk out of the room.

Finally I come to my oldest sister Maud Pie's room. I walk in, but see nobody on the bed. I look around the room till I find a note. It says:

Dear Pinkie,
I had to leave for college early today, I will see you tonight.
Love, Maud

Oh yea,  college. I don't like college. Maud is always leaving to go and I never really get to see her anymore, and what college makes you get up that early? Like, come on!

I walk out of the room and to the kitchen. The clock reads 5:30 A.M. I get out all the supplies to cook pancakes, which is my favorite breakfast food. I mix the batter and put it on the stove. I look down at my phone and see I got a text from Fluttershy. I open it quickly. It reads:

Hey Pinkie, are you going to meet me at the animal shelter on the way to school? It's ok if your not, but I would like if you do, if that's ok with you.

I smile. Fluttershy is so timid, but that's one of the things I really like about her. It really brings me down to Earth. I text back:

Yea Flutters! It's my favorite part about Wednesday's! Nothing could ever stop me! Well, maybe a super awesomely fun party! Oh! If there is one I will be sure to bring you! I'll see you then!

I hit send and go back to my pancakes. My favorite part about making pancakes is the flipping. I try to get as high as I can! Though, I sometimes hit the ceiling. Hehe. I flip the pancakes getting pretty high. At one point I was really close to hitting the ceiling. It's so fun! 

Once the pancakes are done, I make some cupcake batter. Who can have pancakes without cupcakes? I pour the batter into the cupcake templates and put them in the oven. I look at the time again: 6:24 A.M. My sisters should be up by now. I woke them up when I got up. They must've fell back asleep. I laugh.

Once the cupcakes are done I start eating. There's a rustle in the hallway and I look up to see Marble, and Limestone. They sit in there spots at the table and grab a pancake. I offer them a cupcake, but they refuse saying: "It's too early for a cupcake."

It's never too early for a cupcake.

I shrug it off though. More for me. I eat the rest of the cupcakes, and head out the door for school. My sisters are homeschooled due to Matbles shyness and Limestones aggression. I wave bye and close the door. The clock on my phone says 7:00. Exactly an hour till the bell rings. 

It takes about twenty minutes to get to the shelter, then another twenty minutes to get to school, which leaves twenty minutes to talk to all my friends at CHS. Wow, that's a lot of twenties!

On the way to the shelter I think over in my mind what I'm going to tell Fluttershy. After about fifteen minutes of thinking I came up with this: Fluttershy, I like you a lot, like, more than cupcakes! And I love cupcakes! Which means I love you!

It sounded perfect! I went over through it in my mind at least a hundred times until I saw the shelter, and who was standing in front of it. I smiled and skipped up to Fluttershy. I have her the biggest smile I had. She smiled back the prettiest smile I have ever seen. I tried to goo we what I'm going to tell Fluttershy in my mind, but nothing came up. I started to panic, but I didn't let it show.

"Hi Pinkie Pie! You ready to start walking?" She asks. 

"Yea! More than I'll ever be!" I say, as we start walking. 

We talk about many things. We talk about her animals, my parties, and about school. After all that talking we had nothing else to talk about. I took this opportunity to tell her what has been pulling at my heart this whole walk.

We come to a part where we have to cross the street. I thought we should just jay walk, but Fluttershy insisted we take the crosswalk, even though no car ever comes down this street. While waiting for the light to say we can walk I decide to tell her.

"Um, Fluttershy." I say. "I have something to tell you."

"Yes, Pinkie?" She asks looking at me with her beautiful teal eyes. My heart skips a beat. The light that says we can walk turns on, so we decide to walk and talk.

"I-I-um." I stutter. I NEVER stutter. What's happening to me? Why does my face feel so hot. I decide to just give up.

"Never mind! It was nothing important!" I say quickly and try to keep walking forward, but she grabs onto my hand. I look back at her. She's looking at me with concerned eyes. I guess I have to tell her. I started something I need to finish.

"What's wrong Pinkie?" She asks. "If something's bothering you, please tell me! Did I say something wrong?" 

"You did nothing wrong." I say trying to avoid eye contact. "The thing is I, um, l-l-love yo-" Thats when I saw it. Just seconds away was an electric car, it made no sounds, and it was heading straight for Fluttershy. I needed to keep her safe, so I push her out of the way. Our eyes meet for a second. She is confused and scared at the same time, her face is also red, she must be mad at me, but I shake it off. I give her a smile.

I hear a scream.

Everything went black.

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Fluttershy:

I woke up to the cock-a-doodle-doo of my beloved rooster, Rudy. I look at my phone, the time reads: 5:30 A.M. Since it's Wednesday, I go to the animal shelter in the morning, then walk to school with Pinkie Pie. The walk with Pinkie Pie always makes my day. Walking with Pinkie Pie, talking with Pinkie Pie, being with Pinkie Pie. I'll just come out and say it now: I like Pinkie Pie, and not as a friend. I like-like Pinkie Pie. Now your probably wondering: "Why Pinkie Pie? She's so fast, lound, and energetic, and you like to take it slow, quiet, and layed back." I like Pinkie Pie for all of those reasons. She makes me feel like I could do anything, and I love her for it.

I get up, get ready, and walk to the kitchen where my parents are drinking their coffee. Dad is reading the paper, and mom is watching the news. I sit down, and pour me a quick bowl of cereal. After that I kiss my parents and head out the door.

Every Wedness day the workers at the shelter have to clean the animal cages, so the shelter is closed after school. I go in the morning. It takes about ten minutes to get there. After I'm done at the shelter, I walk with Pinkie to school. It's my favorite twenty minutes of every Wednesday.

I make it to the shelter, and walk in. All of the animals greet me at the door. I take time to pet each one. I walk to the food bowls and start to fill them. The animals surround my feet, but there was one bunny that stood a few feet away tapping it's food on the ground. That bunny was Angel. He is very picky with his food. Today I was prepared, and pulled out a salad I had wrapped up. He takes it happily, and ate it. 

I text Pinkie Pie making sure she is still coming to walk with me.

Hey Pinkie, are you going to meet me at the animal shelter on the way to school? It's ok if your not, but I would like if you do, if that's ok with you.

Oh no! I sound to pushy. Maybe I should text again, and be less pushy. I start to text again when Pinkie texts back saying:

Yea Flutters! It's my favorite part about Wednesday's! Nothing could ever stop me! Well, maybe a super awesomely fun party! Oh! If there is one I will be sure to bring you! I'll see you then

I sigh, and laugh at her response. I'm not laughing to make fun of her, I'm laughing cause of how energetic she is, and how she can switch from one topic to another in the blink of an eye. It's truly amazing.

I go back to the animals. I scratch some behind the ears, and play tug of war with some others. I don't know why I'm so shy aroun people, yet so "out there" with the animals. I have a wired idea. Maybe if I tell an animal that kinda looks, and acts like Pinkie, then maybe it would boost my confidence to tell her myself.

I pick the most energetic dog, and take it in an empty room, so none of the workers would over here. I make the dog sit, and I say:

"Rufe-I mean, Pinkie, um, I like you, like, um, like-like, and-" I start, but I'm cut off by "Pinkie" attacking me with her licks. I'm not going to try again, because that was extremely awkward, and uncomfortable. I don't know if I can say that to Pinkie, if I can't even say it to a dog.

I sigh and take the dog back with the other dogs. I decided I need to relax and go with the cats. They lay on my legs while I rest my eyes. 

When I open them again most of the cats are gone. I didn't feel them leaving. I look at the clock mounted on the wall. 7:18?!? I must've fell asleep! I say goodbye to the animals, grab my backpack, and headed outside. I smile as I see a familiar pink blob walking up the street to me.

When she reaches me her face changes. She looked...scared? I decide not to question it. I say:

"Hi Pinkie Pie! Are you ready to start walking?" Her face changes back to normal.

"Yea! More than I'll ever be!" She says. We start walking.

She asks me about my pets, and I ramble on about each one, and what I did today. I leave out the part where I talk to the dog pretending it was her. The dogs name is Rufes by the way. I ask her about the parties she's planning, and she tells me about all the birthdays that are coming up, and every detail she is going to add. I can listen to her talk all day.

We come to a road we have to cross. Pinkie starts to jay walk across the street.

"Pinkie wait!" I said. She looks at me with a puzzled look.

"What?" She asks.

"Lets use the crosswalk." I insist. "To be safe." I add. She looks at the street. There is no cars coming either way. I still uneasy with just walking across. What if some driver just came zooming through and didn't see us? I couldn't risk it. "Please." I ask. She smiles.

"Ok, mrs. Safe Pants." She said laughing. I laugh too.

We walk to the cross walk. I push the button that stops traffic for us to walk. It must not work good, because it makes us wait for awhile even though no cars are coming. I look over to Pinkie. She has that scared look on her face again.

She turns to me. "Um, Fluttershy," she says. "I have something to tell you." She looks really scared now.

"Yes, Pinkie?" I ask. Is something wrong? Did I say something? Does she not want to be my friend? Does she know about my feelings for her?!? No, stop Fluttershy, your being ridiculous.

"I-I-um." She stutters. That's weird. I've never heard Pinkie stutter before. This must be really serious.

"Never mind! It was nothing important!" She says rather quickly, but I don't buy it. She starts to walk down the cross walk, but I grab onto her hand. I'm really worried now. 

"What's wrong Pinkie?" I ask. "If something's bothering you please tell me! Did I say something wrong?" I asked really worried.

"You did nothing wrong," she says abounding eye contact. Now she just looks embarrassed. Why would she be embarrassed? "The thing is I, um, l-l-love yo-"She said. 

Did I hear that right? Did she just say she loves me? She lunged at me. My face was red from embarrassment. I've never been this close to anyone before. Not even my parents. Our eyes meet, and she gives me a smile. That calms me, but not by much. I'm still terrified.

A car comes out of nowhere and hits her. I let out a scream, as she lay limp. My legs are in so much pain. The car must have hit them too, but who cares about my leg? Pinkie Pie got the worst. 

The car comes to a screeching stop, and the driver comes out. The car is in front of us now reveling Pinkie  Pie. She is just laying there. I can see her chest move up and down very slowly. There's still a chance! 

The pain from my legs finally hit me the worst. 

I hear a door open and slam close.

I pass out from the pain.

To Be Continued...


> 2. The hospital
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Pinkie Pie:

BEEP....BEEP....BEEP

What is that? Are man killing robots on the loose? Good thing I'm not a man. There's another beep. I guess it's to boring to be robots, plus I don't hear any screams of terror or pain. I try to open my eyes, but they only open about a quarter of the way. My eyelashes are kinda blocking my view.

From what I can see I'm in a bed, but it's not my bed at home. It's all white, and ugly. I try to turn my head to look other ways, and scan my surroundings, but it wouldn't budge. That's weird. Even for me! I keep looking where I can. I'm in a room with windows that show a hallway. There's nurses. I'm in a hospital! Why am I in a hospital? Did something happen? I can't remember.

One of the nurses come in. She's carrying a bag of clear liquid. I try to ask her why I'm here, yet I can't. I get frustrated, and the beeping goes faster. She injects me with something, and I fall asleep.

One hour later:

I wake up again. My sisters are at the foot of my bed crying. I want to tell them it's ok, that I'll be alright, but I can't. I don't even thing they know I'm awake. Marble comes to the side of my bed, but I can't turn my head to see her. She grabs onto my hand, but doesn't say anything. She wasn't much for talking. She breaks down crying, and disappears. Next Limestone comes. This is the first time I see her cry. It makes me want to cry, but I can't. She grabs on to my hand like Marble, and says:

"Sorry this happened to you. When you get better I will let you sit on Holders Boulder." She wipes away a tear, and disappears too. 

Finally comes Maud. She grabs my hand too. Instead of her normal neutral face, she has a face of concern, and sadness. She kisses my forehead and says:

"I should've stayed until you woke me up. I didn't even get to see you today." She intakes a gasp of air. Tears are flowing down her face fast. "I should have been there, but I wasn't. I'm sorry." She looks away and dissapears too. 

I guessed they were all sitting in the chairs that hospitals normally provide by the side of the bed. It's nice to know they're there. I drift off to sleep once more.

Sometime later: 

I'm awoken by someone grabbing my hand. I open my eyes the little I can and see Fluttershy. Tears are steaming down her face. She seems to be in a wheelchair. 

"You saved me." She says. "You pushed me away from that car. Why did you do it? You paid for my mistakes. I shouldn't of stopped in the middle of the road, it was stupid. It's my fault your like this." She sucked in a rattling breath. "I-If i wasent so stubborn, and just walked across the street without the crosswalk we would be at school right now. The girls are coming over soon to see you. I love you." She kisses me on the cheek and walks toward the door. I try my hardest to get myself moving. I won't let her go away thinking she did this. In the middle of her explanation all the memories rushed back to my head. 

I slap my bed. It surprised Fluttershy. She looked back. My eyes are opening more now. She rushes to the side of the bed. Her eyes are wide.

"Pinkie?!" She asks. 

"I-I love-" Thats when I start spasing out. Maybe forcing my self up was a bad idea.

"PINKIE!" Fluttershy screams. She wheels out of the room, and comes back with a doctor, some nurses, and a cart. He lifts me onto my side. I puke up blood, and go still. 

I'm pulled from my body. I sit there floating over myself. This is wierd. I hear a long beep that won't end. I look over to Fluttershy. She's trying to get past some nurses, but they are pushing her out. Tears are running down her face at an alarming rate. Finally she gives up and lets her self be pushed out of the room, and down the hall. 

I float to one of the nurses and yell:

"HOW DARE YOU TREAT FLUTTERSHY LIKE THAT!" The nurse ignores me, and keeps working. 

"HEY!" I yell. She still don't look. "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?" No one answers. 

"CLEAR!" I hear someone shout, and I'm pulled back into my body. My head hurts, and I'm back where I can't move again. I feel the bed being pushed. Now I can't open my eyes at all. We walk for what seems like forever, till I hear the ding of an elevator. Before I know it I'm moved into the elevator and we're going down. I hear another song and we're moving again.

Finally we stop. I hear the doctor giving orders, but I don't remember them. I feel a pain in my arm, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Later:

I'm pushed out of my body again.

"Time of death, 17:10P.M." 

Death?!? Did I die? I can't die! I didn't even get to tell Fluttershy I love her! I float to the nicest looking doctor. Tears are streaming down her face.

"Your the doctor!" I say. "Bring me back! Your job is to save people! Do your job." She doesn't hear me. Tears are now streaming down my face too. I fly to a different doctor. "Please, just try!" I say. They start to close me up. 

"She was so young." One of the doctors say. The rest nod in agreement. They're all crying now. 

"Don't give up!" I say. "Please." Of course they can't hear me. I fly on top of my body, and I just cry. What am I didn't even get to tell Fluttershy I loved her." I burry my face in my hands.

"Oh, Fluttershy." I sob. Fluttershy. I have to see her. I didn't want to be in this stupid room anymore. I fly through the doors, as I'm no longer able to open them. I look up in down the halls. Till I hear faint crying. I make my way to the crying. 

I come to a room. When I look in I see a woman laying on a mans body, crying. Doctors are surrounding the man. The same man that is on the bed is patting, what I assum to be his wife's, shoulder. He must've died. I walk up to him. I notice that tears are running down his face too. 

"Excuse me." I said. He looked at me surprised. He wipes his tears away, and asks:

"You can see me?" I nod. "Then that means that your dead." Tears well up in his eyes again. "But your so young! Who could have did this?"

"I don't know." I say. I give him a small smile so he feels better. "I'm sorry you died. I was hit by a car trying to save my lov-I mean friend Fluttershy. Speaking of Fluttershy, I have to go and find her. It was nice meeting you. I'm Pinkie Pie by the way." I say.

He smiles. "I'm Speedway." He says, then goes back to trying to comfort his wife.

I walk out of the room, slightly happier. I just died, and I made a new friend. That must be some kind of record. I walk down the hall again looking in each room. I finally came to the right room. The door was closed but written on the door was Fluttershy's name. 

I walk through the door to see a crying Fluttershy. I go to her and hug her. She shivers all over. I step away quickly. I don't want her to feel uncomfortable. She reaches her hand out to where I am going through my body. She pulls her hand away rubbing it against her blanket.

"Pinkie?" She asks her eyes full of confusion. 

"Yes!" I say. "It's me Pinkie!"

Her eyes widen."Pinkie...ghost...dead?!" She says starting to cry. She threw her blankets off, and scooted to the side of the bed. Her right leg was wrapped in a cast, and her left leg was totally gone. I gasped surprised. She pulls her wheelchair closer.

"No!" I say. "That's dangerous your going to get hu-" I'm cut off my Fluttershy falling. She hits her head on the wheel chair, and she's out cold.

I hear fast beeping, and a nurse comes in to pick her back up. She lays her in the bed. I stay by her side the whole night.



Fluttershy:

I open my eyes. Memories flood back to me of the accident. I remember Pinkie trying to tell me something, but I can't remember what, and her pushing me away from a car. I remember her lying on the road barley alive. 

I shot up in my bed. I have to see how Pinkie is doing. I'm slow rly pushed back down by a couple of hands. I look and see they're my moms hands. Her eyes are red and puffy. I look behind her to see my dad wiping tears from his eyes. 

"Hi honey." She says. 

"How's Pinkie?" I ask. I don't care to say hi. All I care about is Pinkie.

"Um, we don't know much. We will let the doctor tell you." My mom says. Avoinding eye contact. Something's wrong with Pinkie.

"Get the doctor." I say. She nods and walks off. Now I'm alone with my dad. He don't say much, so I just stare forward. The wait is to long. I swing my legs over going to get up, but something's wrong. I pull the blanket back, and let out a scream when I see my legs. The right ones in a cast, and the left one is just...gone! From the knee down there is nothing there. 

Dad comes over and lays me back down.

"Wha-" I start to ask, but he cuts me off.

"Let's let the doctors, explain." I nod, with a loss of words. How can I do anything. Wothout my leg? I need my leg!

Moments later the doctor comes in. My mom is following close behind. He gives me a nice warm smile. 

"How's Pinkie Pie?" I ask. 

"She not doing to good." He says giving me an apologetic look. "She is in a coma. We don't know when, or if she will wake up." Tears come down my face. 

"My leg?" I ask. 

"We had to get you into an emergency surgery to take it off. There was nothing we could do for it. I'm sorry." He says. I pull back the covers to look at my leg. It looked so wierd for it to be off, but that was the least of my troubles.

"I wanna see Pinkie." I say. 

"Your in no state to move that far. You need rest." He said.

I slap my hand on the bed. "I wanna see Pinkie!" I say.

"Now honey," my mom says. "Do what the doctor says. It's the best for your health." I know she's probably right.

"If I can't see Pinkie, than I want food." I say, even though I'm not even hungry.

"That's something we can do." The doctor says with a chuckle. Why is he chuckling at a time like this? What's wrong with this doctor?

"Get me something from the cafeteria. All of you. I want to be alone." They nod. My mom kisses my forehead, and they leave.

I start to cry. It's all my fault. All of this. We should have just jay walked like Pinkie said. There was no cars coming. Tears are falling on my lap, but I don't care. I shouldn't've stopped in the middle of the street. That was stupid! She could die, because of me.

I curl up in a ball, and cry myself to sleep.



Later:

I'm awoken by shaking. Is this an earthquake?!? I put my hands over my head, but I feel them being removed, by two very soft hands. My moms hands. I look at her annoyed that she woke me up. She holds a tray of food out to me. I take it, because it would be rude not to.

She pulls a little sliding table over, so it sits infront of me. I look down at what they got me, a salad. 

"It's all they had that didn't have meat." My mom says. I sigh, and start eating. It tastes like it's a month old. Eww.

I push my salad aside. "Can I see Pinkie now?" I ask. He shakes his head "Why not?" I snap. I cover my mouth. "I'm so sorry!" I say.

"It's ok." He said. "You can't go, because this time is reserved for family. You can go when visiting is open for everyone."

"I am family." I say. He shakes his head. 

"Blood related, or married are allowed now, then who she is dating now, and finally everyone." He said. A thought came to my head.

"She's my girlfriend, and we're dating!" I lie. All faces turn toward me. My face goes red, but I stand my ground. I will do anything to see Pinkie sooner.

"Fluttershy!" My mom says. "We did not raise you to be this way!" I was shocked. I never knew Emmy parents were so...so...judgmental! "We want to go to the hospital church." She says. "I saw one on my way up from getting food."

"Mom!" I say.

"No!" She snapped. "We're going to the church and that's that! Please help her into the wheelchair." She said to the doctor. He looked really uncomfortable, but he still did anyway. Before he fully set me down in the wheelchair he whispered:

"I'm so sorry."

He set me all the way in the chair, and patted me on the back.

Why was he sorry? He assent the one dragging me to "pray away the gay". I've always been strong into religion, and I know God wouldn't want this. He wants everyone to be treated with love. This isn't love.

She pushed me out of the room. I was furiously hitting at her hands to let go, but she wouldn't. I've never seen her this mad before. Why does love make her so mad? Tears started to form under my eyes.

"Honey!" Dad said. Mom turned around and glared at him, but he stood his ground. "What had gotten into you? Your going overboard! Who cares who she loves as long as she's happy?" Mom stopped. Tears were trailing down her face. 

"I'm sorry." She said. "I don't know what got in to me." Her sorry sounded bitter, but at least she stopped. She let go of my wheelchair, and walked away muttering: "I guess I have to pray by myself, or she'll never get better." I had a feeling she wasn't talking about my legs. I burried my face in my hands, and cried.

Dad put his hand on my back. "It's ok." He says. "She still loves you."

"Why did she j-just change?" I ask wondering what got into mom. 

"She didn't change. She's always been like this." He said. I look at him confused. Normally mom is nice, and laid back. "Remember all those times we would go into a resteraunt, then just leave without eating?" He asked. I nodded we did that a lot it got kind of annoying.

"Well." He continued. "It assent because the restaurants were too busy. She would insist on leaving if she saw a same sex couple." I gasped. How can she be so cruel? 

"Wh-why?" I ask.

"I don't know. I've tried asking, but she would stop me, or plain ignore me." He replied. I say in silence. I never knew she was like that. I thought she supported all types of love.

"Don't loose respect for your mom though. " He said. "Don't think about that one flaw, think about all her good traits. She still loves you." I tried to believe him, but with what just happened, I need more time before I actually believe what he said.

"Lets go back to the room." He says, and he pushes me the way to the room.

Once we're there he lifts me into the bed, and kisses me on the head. "I will see when your allowed to go see Pinkie." He says walking out of the room.

I cry some more. I've probably just lost the love of my mom, and Pinkies in a coma, and it's all my fault. I turn the hospital TV on and lay my head against the pillow. 

After a while of waiting, dad comes back. He taps my shoulder to get my attention. He gives me a smile, and says:

"You can see her now." I light up st the news. He puts me in my wheelchair, and wheels me out of the room. I look at the halls of the hospital. I've never liked hospitals. They're two white. Maybe if they added some green to the walls I'll like it.

We finally make it to Pinkies room.

"How did you know where it was?" I ask looking up.

"I asked the doctor, so I can take you myself and give you privacy." He smiles, and I hug his waist. He is wearing his favorite blue sweater. It's very soft. I could fall asleep on it.

I pull away and look through the windows. I see Pinkie laying there as if she was asleep. I choke back a sob, and wipe away the tears. Dad opens the door, and I go in. 

I wheels up to Pinkies chair as the door closes. I see dad walk away. He's probably going to find mom to calm her down. 

Once I'm at Pinkies bed I grab her hand, and I tell her everything. I start to cry, but I need to start speaking before I just break down in tears.

I tell her everything. I tell her how she saved me, how it's my fault she's like this, I tell her that I shouldn't have just walked across the street without the cross walk, and I finally told her our friends were coming, even though that was a lie. Our friends didn't even know we were here yet. It was only 2:05A.M. Then I did something I didn't think I would ever do, I told her I loved her, and kissed her on the cheek.

Once I'm done talking, I start to walk away, but I hear a loud thump coming from behind me. I look back and see Pinkies eyes open. I ran over to the side of the bed.

"Pinkie?!" I ask with hope.

"I-I love-" She tried, but was cut off when she started to have a seizure.

"PINKIE!" I screamed and wheel as fast as I can out of the room. My arms are hurting, and almost fall, but I keep going. I come up to the doctor that was in my room earlier today.

"Pinkie...room...seizure!" I gasp out of breath. He looks rounds up some nurses, and a crash cart. The come into the room. Him in the lead.

When we get back in the room Pinkie is still thrashing around. I'm crying. I don't like to see Pinkie like this. The doctor lies Pinkie on her side. She pukes up blood, and she lays still. The monitor flat lines. Pinkies dead. 

I start bawling. I try to get passed the nurses, but they keep pushing me back. I just want to be with Pinkie. It gets strangely cold. I hear the sound of laughter. Kinda like Pinkie Pie. There's nothing I can do. I give up and let them wheel me back to my room.

I start to cry. It's not fair. Why was she punished for my mistake? I should be in her place.

We make it to my room, and the help me into the bed. My dad is probably still with my mom trying to talk some sense into her. I cry, because I killed Pinkie Pie.

There's some commotion outside. I look up to see Pinkie in her bed being wheeled down the hall. The monitor tells me she's alive. I sigh, for now. They're probably taking her into surgery. Not everybody makes it out, but I smile anyway.

I send a text to my friends telling them that Pinkie and I are in the hospital, and how me and Pinkie were doing. Than I turn and fall asleep.

3:30:

I'm awoken by voices. I lift my head to see my friends speaking in hushed voices. 

"Hello." I say. They all look at me. My face gets red. I've never liked being the center of attention. I go behind my long, pink hair. 

"What happened?" Twilight asked adjusting her glasses. They all looked at me expectantly.

So, I told them what happened. The whole thing. (Except the part where I lied about being Pinkies girlfriend, and kissing her). They all stood open mouthed, and teary eyed.

"Can I see your leg?" Rainbow Dash asked. My friends glared at her, and I blushed. "What?" She asked.

"Sure." I say pulling back the blankets. I cringe at the sight of my leg. I will never get used to that. Rarity gasped, Twilight started studying it, and Rainbow admired it. 

"Awesome." Rainbow whispered. I roll my eyes.

"Wanna switch legs?" I say with a laugh. They all laugh, but there's one laugh that's missing, and it doesn't go unnoticed.

We talked for a long while. We cried we laughed, and at one point we took a silent moment for Pinkie Pie. At around 5 everybody had to leave. I said my goodbyes and laid back in my bed. 

Once I made sure they were all gone I started to cry. It wasn't the same talking to my friends without Pinkies funny comments, or her beautiful laugh. 

I cry for about ten minutes, until I get a very cold chill. I hear the laughter of Pinkie Pie. I've read many books that say when you a ghost touches you it's very cold. The coldness goes away, and the laughter stops. I reach my hand out to were I felt the coldness being pulled to. It feels like my hand is being pelted with ice. I hear faint laughter.

"Pinkie?" I ask. I'm extremely confused.

Of course there was no answer. You can't hear ghosts talk. Wait a second, if Pinkies a ghost, then she's dead. My eyes widen in fear. I can only get out three words:

"Pinkie...ghost...dead?!" 

I throw my blankets off revealing my legs. I try not to look at them. I scoot to the edge of the bed, and reach for my wheelchair. I don't know if that was just a draft of cold air, or if Pinkies really there, but I do know one thing: Pinkie is dead. I can feel it in my gut.

I grab ahold of my wheelchair, and pull it closer. Something in the back of my mind is telling me to stop, and that I could get hurt, but I ignore it. Before I even figure out what's happening I rocket head first into the wheelchair.

Everything's black, and the last thing I hear is rapid beeping. 
> 3.Grief
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Pinkie Pie:

I can't sleep anymore. I guess that's one of the "perks" of dying.

I've been in Fluttershy's room all night watching her sleep. She had formed a bruise on her forehead where she hit her head. It doesn't seem like she's going to wake up anytime soon, so I decide to explore the hospital.

It's so plain and white, and every hall looks the same. 

I come to a big opening. Inside are lots of chairs. My sisters were asleep to. Their faces are stained with tears. The doctor must have told them. I fly over to them, and give each one a kiss. They all shiver, but don't wake up. 

I go to my parents. Hey look so peaceful. I kiss them too. I didn't get to see them before I died. I wonder why they didn't visit. I can't stand to see my family in distress much longer, so I leave.

I float through the halls once more. I miss the sound of my feet on the ground, but that's impossible. I'll just slip through the floor. I pass by lots of room with sleeping patients with their family's sleeping in the chair next to them. I wish I was just sleeping. Maybe that's it! I'm just sleeping and this is just a horrible dream! I'm not dead! I'm probably just in a food coma from eating too many cupcakes like last week! I'll wake up any minute!



But I didn't. It's been an hour, and I still haven't woken up. I made my way back to Fluttershy's room, and I'm now floating over a chair. She had been crying, since she got the official news that I was dead, until she fell asleep. Her parents are standing by her bed. 

"We're going to home home, and get you a pair of clothes for when you get released." Mr. shy says. That's weird normally Mrs. Shy does the talking. I look over to her. She is standing with her arms crossed not even looking at her daughter. I fly to her.

"Hey," I say. "look at Fluttershy! Talk to her! She just lost a leg!" Of course she can't hear me. If I can't talk to her, I might as well give her some really, super uncomfortable wave of coldness. I let out a scream of laughter, and plunge myself into her. Her whole body stiffens up, and her face goes white. I stay for a good 5 seconds before I say:

"This is what you get for ignoring your Fluttershy!" I leave from her body. Mrs. Shy is shivering really bad. Like a chihuahua. Did I over did it.

"D-d-did you h-h-hear t-that?!" She asks. Hear? Did she hear me? No. That's not possible. Is it? 

"Mom, what happened?" Fluttershy asks. Even though Mrs. Shy has been ignoring her all day, Fluttershy looks worried.

"S-so cold," She says. "and crazy laughter, a-and a voice." Her eyes roll in the back of her head and she passes out. 

Yea, I'd say I over did it.

Mr. Shy drops on the floor next to his wife. He picks her up, and puts her on the couch. "I'm going to get a doctor." He says, and leaves the room. Fluttershy looks over to her mom concerned.

"P-Pinkie," She says. "if your here g-give me a sign." Tears are streaming down her face again. I float over to her, and put my hand on her hand. Her eyes widen and she flinches her hand away.

"N-no." She says. "That was just a draft. G-ghosts aren't real!" She clutches her hand. Tears stream down my face.

"I'M HERE FLUTTERSHY!" I scream. I try to slap the bed, but my hand just slips through it. "Please Fluttershy. Believe." I cover my hands in my face, and cry for the next hour.



3:15 P.M.:

I've been watching Fluttershy all day. Her mom is woke up, a few hours ago. She seemed fine, so I didn't do any real damage. I just scared her pretty bad. I watch Fluttershy eat, which I can't do anymore, which means no cupcakes, pancakes, normal cakes, or anything delicious. I watch her cry muttering my name, as she clutches her hand with her other hand. I've heard her say it was her fault this happened to us many times. I want to tell her it's not, but she wouldn't hear me anyway, so I shouldn't waste my breath. We're watching Golden Girls now.

I hear rustling outside the door. Fluttershy turns the TV off. Maybe it's Fluttershy's doctor, or her parents. I never found out why Mrs. Shy was being so nasty to her daughter, but after the scare I gave her, she went back to normal.

The door opened, and in came my friends! I haven't seen them in so long! 

"Hey girls!" I say. They ignore me. Why? Oh yea. They walk right past me, and over to Fluttershy who is doing another round of crying. Rarity, and Sunset grab Fluttershy's hand, which makes her cry harder. We all stand (well, I float) in silence. Everyone is crying now.

"We heard about Pinkie." Twilight says through sobs. "Celestia, and Luna told everyone over the intercom during lunch. I don't know how they found out." She burried her face in her hands. 

"Girls," Fluttershy says getting everybodys attention. "d-do you believe in ghosts?" Everybody looks at her with puzzled looks.

"Darling," Rarity says. "Ghosts aren't real. Pinkies not a ghost, she's in a better place." Everyone nogs in agreement. Everyone except Fluttershy.

"Girls," Fluttershy says again. "sometimes it would get really cold, but then go away, and my mo-"

"Pinkies not here, sugarcube." Applejack said cutting her off. 

"Bu-"

"Fluttershy, she's gone." Rainbow Dash says. Tears are dripping off her chin. "Please stop." Fluttershy looks down defeated. Tears are flowing like waterfalls again.

"Ok." She turns away from her friends.

"No." I say. "NO! I'M HERE! IM REAL. GHOSTS ARE REAL! I'M HERE! WHY WONT YOU BELIEVE ME!" I fly out of the room, and put of the whole hospital. I let out a loud scream, and break down crying once more.

I feel a hand on my back. I flinch, and look back. Behind me is a little girl. She is floating like I am, so that means she's dead too.

"What's wrong?" The girl asks. I give her a teary smile, and pat her shoulder.

"Nothing, everything's fine." I answer. 

"Am I dead?" She asks tears forming in her eyes. I pull her into a close hug, and kiss her on the head. She crys in my arms. I cry too. Someone this young shouldn't have to die. She pulls away.

"Do you wanna see my mommy?" She asks. I nod and fly with her back into the hosipital. We go to the waiting room to a crying woman. The girl hugs her mother.

"Bye-bye, mommy." She says. She looks back at me. "Bye, and thanks." She dissapears. I cry, as I head back to Fluttershy's room.

I seem to be crying a lot lately. I need to be there for Fluttershy. I can't cry. I wipe my tears away, and float in. My friends are still there. They are sitting on the couch I normally float over, so I float over Fluttershy's legs. I make sure not to touch her. I don't want her to be uncomfortable, or too cold. 

I just have to accept Fluttershy, or my friends, or my family won't know I'm there. At lease till know I'm there for them.

"Remember the time Pinkie got the whole town to prank me?" Rainbow Dash said with tears of laughter filling in her eyes. 

"And you was beggin for yer life like a baby!" Applejack added laughing.

I laugh. 

They laugh.

We laugh.



Fluttershy:

I wake up. Light is filling in through the blinds. My head hurts. I rub it, and I find a bump. I wonder where that came from. Memories from last night fill my head.

"Pinkie!" I say sitting up. My parents are startled awake. My dad is at my side, but my mom stays back on the couch. 

"Fluttershy!" My dad says. "Are you ok?" 

"Yea." I say. "What about Pinkie? I wanna know about Pinkie!" 

The nurses were alerted by my sudden outburst, and bring the doctor to my room. I look at him with pleading eyes. 

"How's Pinkie?" I ask. He frowns and grabs onto my hand. 

"I'm so sorry." He says. I slowly pull my hand away, and start crying. My shoulder gets very cold, and I flinch. The coldness goes away as quick as it comes. I touch my shoulder, its cold. I look up. There is no air vent. What was that? Pinkie? No! I can't give myself false hope.

I cry, and cry, and cry. It's not fair. Mom leaves the room. How rude of her. Dad kisses me on the cheek. "I'm going to go talk some sense into her." He says, and leaves too. Now I'm left alone to cry. 

"Why Pinkie?!" I cry. "Why not me? It's my fault. It's all my fault." I cry. It's all I seem to do now days. I turn the tv on to drown it out. I don't want any nurses to see me like this.

I I burry my face in my pillow, and fall asleep. The only time I don't cry.



"Wake up."

I groan, and open my eyes. My dad has a sandwich in his hands. He pulls over the tray above my bed and sets it down. He pushes the bangs out of my eyes, and lifts the bed up. I yawn, and stare down at the sandwich. It was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Mmm.

I bite into it not realizing how hungry I was. I hadn't eat since yesterday, and I wouldn't call that discussing salad real food. I eat the sandwich up in five bites. I notice next to where the sandwich was is chips.  I rip them open in an unlady like way, and eat them two at a time.

Once I ate the whole bag of chips, I sit back. It felt nice. I smile for the first time in, like ever. Dad pats me on the back with a warm smile. Behind him my mother stands with a neutral face.

My dad says he will bring me new close for when I'm discharged. My mother still stands there. She won't even look at me. 

Then all of a sudden, my mom goes stiff. Her face drains from all color, and she starts shivering. She stayed like that for I don't know how long.

"D-d-did you h-h-hear t-that?!" my mom askes. Here what? I didn't hear anything. 

"Mom, what happened?" I ask. I don't care how she has been treating me. She's still my mom, so I am concerned. 

"S-so cold," She says. "and crazy laughter, a-and a voice." She says. Laughter? Voice? Is she going crazy? She faints. Dad picks her up, carry a her to the chair, and goes off to get a doctor.

Then a thought occurred to me. A thought I wanted to believe so much. Maybe that was Pinkie. I need to see. I look at my mom one more time.

"P-Pinkie," I say. "If your here g-give me a sign." I wait. Maybe I'm crazy ghosts aren't real. Pinkies somewhere better. I believe that until my hand turns ice cold. My eyes widen, and I pull it back. Pinkie really is here! 

No! I'm going crazy! Ghosts aren't real! 

"N-no!" I say. "It was just a draft. G-ghosts aren't real." I tell myself, but I know deep down that was no draft. I clutch my hand with my other. I know Pinkie touched it.

My father comes back with the doctor. He looks her over. As he's doing that she behinds to stir. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks right into the doctors eyes. She sits up rather quick head butting him, but she doesn't seem to notice.

"Church...demon...now!" She breathes. She stands up rushes to my side. "I'm so sorry!" She says, and rushes out of the room. This time I know she means it. Pinkie must've really done something to spook her. 

The thought of Pinkie makes me tear up. I really need to top crying. It's getting annoying, but I do it anyway. I clutch on to my hand, and mutter Pinkies name. I don't really care if the doctor, or my dad is till in the room. I grab a tissue, and wipe my eyes, but that doesn't stop the tears. 

My dad and the doctor look st each other, and speaks some kind of mancode in their minds. Dad kisses me on the forehead, and let's me grieve in peace.

"Pinkie...I'm so sorry...it's all my fault...please forgive me." 

I cry myself to sleep once more.


3:00:

I wake up, and see another sandwich on my little table. I eat it thankfully. This time there's no chips, but I don't mind. I turn the TV on, and I watch some Golden Girls, my favorite TV show. 

About 13 minutes later I hear rustling outside the door. I turn the TV off, and wait for them to come in. They are taking awfully long. 

Finally after about two minutes the door opens, and in comes my friends. I start to cry. It feels so wrong to be with all my friends without Pinkie. Rarity, and Sunset come and take my hands. It's nice to hold someone's hand. I cry harder. Everyone is silent, and crying. Great job Fluttershy! You made them cry!

"We heard about Pinkie." Twilight says through sobs. "Celestia, and Luna told everyone over the intercom during lunch. I don't know how they found out." She burried her face in her hands. I feel so bad for them having to be told like that.

"Girls," I say. Maybe I shouldn't be asking this, they might worry about my sanity, but I have to know. "d-do you believe in ghosts?" Everybody looks at my confused. I wish I hadn't said anything.

"Darling," Rarity says. "Ghosts aren't real. Pinkies not a ghost. She's in a better place." It's like she read my mind. Everyone nods. I don't.

"Girls," I try again. "sometimes it would get really cold, but then go away, and my mo-"

"Pinkies not here, sugarcube." Applejack says rudely cutting me off, but I need to keep trying.

"Bu-"

"Fluttershy, she's gone." Rainbow Dash says. Tears were coming down my face. Please don't cry. "Please stop." I look down. There's nothing I can do. I start to cry again. I don't want to give up, but I do.

"Ok." I say. I turn away. It's not fair. I know she's here. I'm just afraid to ask her myself. The room gets warmer. Only I seem to notice.

"Hey Flutters." Rainbow Dash says patting my back. "I'm sorry. Let's remember her, by telling funny stories. It's what she would've wanted." I turn back around and smile.

"Your right." I say.

So we share our memories. We talked and laughed about each one, like the time she amazed us, by playing 10 instruments at once, and the time when she baked with Applejack, and got everyone sick, and even the time when she got the whole town to prank Rainbow Dash. 

We laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

As if Pinkie was there with us.

> 4. Guardian Angel
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Pinkie Pie:

It's been a week since the accident. Fluttershy's being discharged today, so I decide to go to the hospital morgue to say goodbye to my body. I've went to see it a few times. I look peaceful. It's wierd to look at myself outside my body. It's like I'm sleeping. 

I've gotten better. I'm laughing more. I pretend like my friends can hear me. Especially Fluttershy. She's doing better too. She's still pretty sad, though.

I fly down floor by floor. I like flying, like, a lot. I can fly really fast. I could beat Rainbow Dash! A few days ago, I flew down the biggest hallway in five seconds! Five seconds! That's really fast!

Once I'm at the basement, I walk down the creepy hallway that leads to the morgue. A light flickers. The perfect set up for a horror movie. Even though I'm a ghost, this hallway really freaks me out. I fly to the end as fast as I can, and through a door on the left. 

Wanna know why morgues are so creepy? It's because they are filled with ghosts staring at there dead bodies. Since we can't open the drawers, we formed a line, and when it's your turn, you slip in the drawers, and get five minutes with your dead body. Unfortunately for me, I'm at the back of the very long line.

I try to avoid the ghosts in the hospital, because they are all grumpy about being dead, and I can't have that type of negativity in my afterlife. 

I'm standing behind a woman I've never seen down here before. She looks terrified, and jumps each time one of the other ghost looks at her, or accidentally touch her. She must be a new ghost. I must give her a warm welcome to the afterlife.

"Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie!" I say tapping on her shoulder. She tenses up, and looks back at me. I give her a warm smile. She relaxes her shoulders, and smiles back.

"I'm Misty Heart," she says. "but you can call me Misty. That's what my friends call me." Her smile drops. "Well they used to call me that." I give her an apologetic smile, and pat her on the shoulder.

"You'll get used to it!" I say. "Just pretend they can hear you! That's what I do!" She smiles again.

"Thanks, it's nice to talk to someone friendly." She says looking around at the other ghosts. 

"Yea," I say. "they're just big ol' grumpy pants." She laughs, and I do to.

"Your so young." She says with a frown. "How old are you?"

"Sixteen." I say with a sad smile. Tears form in her eyes. "Don't cry!" I say touching her shoulder. "I'm fine. Maybe I died to lighten the ghost World up." I say with a laugh. She laughs.

"Um, I don't know if this is rude to ask, but how did you die?" She asks. 

"I was hit by a car saving my, uh, friend, Fluttershy." I say with a smile. "I'm glad I died, and not her. I wouldn't be able to live without her."

"Was she more than a friend?" She asks. I study her face. She don't look like the kind of person to judge, but you never know. I decide to trust her.

"No, but I wish she was." I say with a sigh."Before the accident, I was just about to tell her my feelings, but I didn't get too." I look down. Misty lifts my chin up, and smiles at me.

"I bet she loves you too." She says. 

"Actually I know she does." I say. "Before I died, I wasent able to move, or talk, or even open my eyes fully. I could open them just a little bit, but nobody noticed. Fluttershy came into my room. She told me how it was her fault the car hit me, but it wasn't. The car made no sounds. I barely saw it in time! After she said that, she said she loved me and kissed me on the cheek." I smile, and blush. 

"Your lucky." She says. "Most people's crushes don't like them back." I smile. I guess I am lucky.

"So," I ask. "how did you die?" Her face falls, but she lifts it back up.

"I flew off a mountain in my car. My friends where following behind in a different car, and called the ambulance, and I came to this hospital, but it was too late." I pat her on the shoulder for what seems like the hundredth time. She smiles. "But that's the past. This is the now." She says smiling confidently.

"Hey!" A voice behind me calls. "It's your turn! Get movin!" Since Misty is in front of me, it's her turn. Her face is as white as a ghost. Pun intended, hehe.

"I-I haven't seen my b-body y-yet." She says shaking. "C-can you come with m-me?" Can I? I guess there's no rule saying I can't.

"Sure." I say. It was hard seeing my body the first time too. We fly in together, and look for her body. It don't take long, because it's the first one we see. She lets out a sob. Her face is pretty cut up. That's the only part you can see due to it being covered by a white blanket. 

"I-I-I gotta go!" She says flying out. I feel bad for her. She doesn't need to see her body like that. She should just remember it how it was. 

I fly over to my body. There was a few scratches on my face, but that's about all I can see.

"Bye." I say. "You were such a good body. I'll miss you, but at least I can fly now." I let out a small laugh. I float out of the drawers, and out of the morgue. I don't see Misty anywhere,. She probably left. I wouldn't blame her. Most of the ghosts here are pretty mean. I tried cheering them up. I even threw a "You Died!" party, but it didn't turn out so well. I shouldn't go into details

I decide not to go through the creepy hallway again. I fly straight up. One floor, two floors, three floors, and finally, four floors. 

I end up in a room with and old lady. She's watching TV. I fly out of the room, and down the hall to Fluttershy's room. She is sitting in her wheelchair with her normal clothes back on. Her parents are talking in the corner in hushed voices.

I fly over to Fluttershy, and sit in cross cross position in mid air. She's crying again. I don't like it when she cries. She cries because of me, because I left her. But I'm not leaving her now, I'm going to stay by her side till the day she dies. Which I hope won't be soon.

The hushed voices in the corner came to a stop. I look back and see Fluttershy's parents coming over. Me. Shy grabs the handles of the wheelchair, and starts pushing. He pushed her out of the room. 

"I'm going to sign her out." Mrs. Shy says. "You guys keep going, and wait in the vehicle." She walks to the reception desk. 

I follow Fluttershy and her dad to the elevator. I love elevators! Sometimes, if you stand just right, it gives you the feeling of a small rolarcoaster! Mr. Shy pushes the down button and waits. It looks like he's about to say something, but he's cut off by the "ding" of the elevator. We walk in and he presses the down arrow.

The elevator goes down. I stay up. I watch as the elevator goes down, and I'm in the elevator shaft where the cables are. That's a bummer. Well it's the thought that counts. I fly head first down. I love the feeling of the wind flowing through my face.

I finally catch up to the elevator, and slide in. I go down at a slow pace to stay inside. That's fun too.

When the elevator reaches the bottom, another "ding" sounds and we walk (I fly) out. My clothes change from the hospital gown to my normal clothes. Cool! The hospital gown was kinda boring. 

"It's exciting to go home!" I say to Fluttershy. No answer like normal. "Well, I'm not technically going home. I'm going to your house! Kinda like a sleepover!" I laugh as we make it to their car. Mr. Shy helps Fluttershy into the backseat of the car, and puts her wheelchair in the trunk.

If I couldn't ride in the elevator, I probably can't drive in the car. I know! I'll fly above the car! Flying is so fun! Have I mentioned that? 

I look to the entrance of the hospital. Mrs. Shy is coming out with papers, and a bottle of pills. She makes her way to the car, and plops herself in the front seat. She puts the papers and pulls on the dash. I look at the papers. Mostly it's just medical information. It's nothing I'll understand. I look at the pills. They have a name I can't even pronounce. 

The car starts to drive, and I'm left behind in the parking lot. I take a deep breath (even though I won't need it) and fly as fast as I can over the cars. I feel so free. I spot Fluttershy's car, and head above that one. I look through the open sunroof. No one seems to be talking. Must be a shy thing. 

I fly as high as I can until I hit my head on a cloud. A cloud! Wow! I touch the cloud. My hand doesnt go through it, so I try to stand on it. I can! It's so wonderful to have something under your feet. I lay on the cloud, and yes. They are as comfy as they look.

I look down at all the people. They are living their lives, something I don't have, but I have something they don't. The ability to walk on clouds! Hah! Beat that alive people!

I nosedive back to the car, and fly on my back. We make some turns here, and some turns there. Finally we make it to a small cottage. 

I've never seen the inside of Fluttershy's house. I bet she has a lot of pets. Mr. Shy helps Fluttershy out of the car while Mrs. Shy grabs the wheelchair out of the trunk, and pulls it over to Fluttershy. Mr. Shy puts her in and they walk to the house. It's one story brick house. It looks nice.

I wait for Mr. Shy to open the door, even though I can just float through it. I want to be with Fluttershy. He opens the door to reviel the house. It was quite small, and didn't have any animals. Wierd. I though Fluttershy would have animals stacked on her shelves, and in the chairs, but no. Not a single animal. Maybe she has some in her room.

We walk through the house which didn't take long, since, like I said before, it was small.

"I want to go to my room, please." Fluttershy says. Her father nods, and wheels her to her room, I follow close behind.

Her room is normal size. The walls are lined with pictures of animals, and pictures of our friends. She rolls herself into the middle of the room.

"I need sometime alone." She says. 

"Are you sure?" Mr. Shy asks. She nods her head. He leaves, and closes the door. Fluttershy takes a deep breath, and rolls to her nightstand. She opens the bottom drawer. Inside are pictures of me and her. Tears start to run down her face. She hugs the pictures.

One picture slips from her hands, but she doesn't notice. I look at the picture on the ground. In the picture we're at the animal shelter. I remember that day! Fluttershy invited me to come see the animals. They were so cute! Let's get back to the picture. In it it I'm smiling really big. I have a puppy in my arms. The puppy's tounge is hanging out, and it's looking straight at the camera. A sharpie heart is surrounded around me. Wow! She really does love me! I look at Fluttershy in the picture. She has a small smile, and is holding her favorite evil bunny, Angel. She's giving a side glance at me. I smile. This is my new favorite picture ever.

I look back to non picture Fluttershy. She's crying, but not as much. She's looking through the pictures. They all basically oook the same; I'm smiling big, and she has a small smile. 

I float over to look at the other pictures on her wall. These are just group pictures with all of us, and small group pictures with a few of us. I smile remembering all the happy memories.

I hear movement, so I look back. I see Fluttershy trying to get into the bed. It looks like when Mufasa was trying to hold onto the cliff before he does in "The Lion King". I fly over to her. I put my hand on her shoulder. She's to busy trying to get on the bed to notice.

"Be careful, Flutters. You could get hurt." I say still touching her shoulder. She stiffens up and her face goes white. She stops trying to get on the bed.

"Pinkie?" She asks with hope. "I heard you. Do that again." My mouth falls open in disbelief. How can she hear me? This doesn't make since, but I try again. 

I touch her shoulder again and say: "Y-you can hear me?" Her face breaks out into a huge smile, and more tears stream down her face.

"Yes!" She says. "I can hear you! I can hear you! I knew you were here! I just knew it." I let out a sob. "No! Don't cry! This is something to celebrate!" I laugh, which makes her laugh.

"I-I didn't think I'd ever be able to talk to you again!" I say smiling from ear to ear. Her face falls.

"I wish I could see you." She says. I let go over shoulder, and grab onto one of her hands.

"I wish you could see me too," I say. "but at least we can talk now." She smiles, and wipes away a tear with her free hand.

"Yea." She says. smiling. "Hey, at least you can see me!" 

"Flutters," I say. "I have to tell you something. I've wanted to tell you this for a long time. Fluttershy, I love you." I'm so glad she can't see me blushing right now. She starts crying. 

"I-I love you too!" She says. She's blushing now. "Pinkie can you, um, lean your head down in front of my head." She blushing really hard now. I follow her orders and lean my head down. 

"My head is in position." I say with a giggle. She leans forward, and kisses me. She surprisingly gets my lips. My eyes widen in shock, but I don't pull back. It must be wierd kissing air. The kiss seems like it lasts forever, yet is seems so short. Fluttershy pulls back her whole face red.

"Your lips are cold." She says with a giggle. I laugh.

"Your lips are warm." I say. She smiles.

"I wish we could've done this while you were alive." She says tears forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" I say even though I know exactly what she's going to say next.

"I got you killed." She looks away tears streaming down her face again. "We should've just crossed the street without the crosswalk." She lets out a silent sob. "I shouldn't have stopped us in the middle of the crosswalk either." She's breathing very hard now. She's unable to speak.

"No!" I say. "It's not your fault. You weren't the one driving the car! You were caring for our safety! You stopped, because you were worried about me! That is the only way I want to die! Saving you!" Were both crying now. She makes a ring with her arms in the direction I'm floating. I think this is a hug. I center myself in the circle, and put my arms on her shoulders.

"You're my guardian angel." She says. "I love you."

Guardian angle. 

I like the sound of that.

"I love you too."




Fluttershy:

I'm being discharged today. It's been a week since...it happened. I cry everyday. My friends visit all the time, but it's still not the same without Pinkie. Sometimes it feels like she is here though. Even though my friends told me ghosts aren't real, I know she is here.

I'm sitting in bed. I'm supposed to leave soon . My parents are talking quietly on the couch. They seem to be doing that a lot lately. On Monday, I'm going to go to school again. I wish I didn't have to. It's going to be horrible without Pinkie. 

I look over at my parents. They seem to be fighting again. The room is warm, which means Pinkie left, or maybe they just turned the AC off. I don't know anymore. It feels like I'm going crazy. Maybe Pinkie isn't even here. I don't even know anymore.

The doctor comes to check me one more time to make sure I'm fine to go home. I hope everything is perfect. I don't think I can stand another day here. When I'm alone with my thoughts all I can hear is the doctor telling me Pinkie died. It's too much.

When the doctors done checking me he gives me a pat on the back. "Your good to go! We'all miss you kiddo." He looks at my parents. "Don't forget to check her out before you leave." They nod st him, and he leaves. 

I doubt they'll miss me. All I do is cry. I've heard them talking about me in the hall. They say it's depressing coming in here. No one wants to come in here with me.

I'm pulled from my thoughts, by my dad tapping me on the shoulder. I look up and he gives me a smile. I give a weak smile back. He picks me up and puts me in the wheelchair. I can't wait to get a prosthetic leg. I don't like wheeling around everywhere.

I got my old clothes back a few hours ago. Its better than the very exposing hospital gown. 

Beside me, my mom motions my dad to the back of the room. I sigh as I watch my dad go back. I don't know what they talk about, or fight about, but it's probably me. I start to cry again. This is just too much.

The space beside me gets cold. It's probably Pinkie. At least I hope it is. I really miss her. The tears come down harder.

I try to hear what my parents are talking about, but all I can hear is the whips of the whispers. The whispers stop, and my wheelchair starts moving. We wheel out of the room. My mom says something, then breaks from our little group. The coldness stays by my side. 

We come to an elevator, and dad presses the button. We wait in awkward silence. Finally the elevator dings, the door opens, and we go inside. Dad presses the floor 1 button, and we go down. The coldness slips above me, then it's gone. I wish it would come back. 

The coldness comes back, and it stays there for the rest of the way down. We leave the elevator, and go out the door. It's kinda cold out, but not cold enough to blend in with the cold space next to me. I really do hope that's Pinkie.

We go to our car. It's kinda small, but it works. My dad helps me into the car, and puts the wheelchair in the trunk. I wonder how it fits in there. The cold space is next to me still. 

My mom hops into the car. She always has been a fast walker. She puts some papers, and pills on the dash. Dad gets in, and starts the car. We drive. The coldness is left behind. 

No one talks. That's not normal. We always talk all the time in the car. I don't feel like talking anyway. I look out the window. I wonder where the cold space went. I don't want to call it Pinkie yet, because I don't know for sure.

The drive is long, and awkward, and I'm glad when it finally ended. Dad helps me out of the car again, and mom brings the wheelchair. I wish I could do this myself. I can feel the neighbors stares through their blinds. The cold space is back. That calms me, and I forget about the staring neighbors.

My dad wheels me to the front of the house. He opens the door to our house. It's a fairly small house, but it's a good house. I get pushed through the house. 

"I want to go to my room, please." I say. My dad nods and pushes me to my room. He stops at the door of my room, and I wheel myself to the middle.

"I need sometime alone." I say. I really don't need any awkward small talk.

"Are you sure?" My dad asks. I nod, and he leaves the room closing the door behind him. I wonder what I'm going to do. I remember a drawer I put my foo rite pictures in. I'm going to look at those. I take a deep breath, and roll over to my nightstand. I open the door. Inside are a bunch of pictures of Pinkie and me. 

Tears start to roll out of my eyes. I pick the picture up and hug them against my chest. I take deep. Deaths to calm myself. I start to look through the pictures. Silent tears slip down my face. I feel better now. Kinda. Not really.

All the pictures are basically the same. Pinkie always has a happy smile, and I have a small smile, but every single picture is special to me. 

I glance over at the bed. It looks so comfy. I think of calling for my dad, but I don't want to. I need to learn to do things on my own.

I latch onto my bed, and pull. This is harder than I thought it would be. I pulled, and I pulled, but I didn't make any process. I felt something ice cold on my shoulder, but I don't pay any mind to it.

"Be careful, Flutters. You could get hurt." 

What? Color drains from my face, and I stiffen up.

Only one person calls me "Flutters". That's Pinkie Pie, and it sounded like her voice. Hope fills my heart. I can't wait anymore to ask.

"Pinkie?" I ask hoping I don't sound like an idiot talking to air. "I heard you. Do that again." I wait. The ice cold feeling on my shoulder went away when I talked. Now it's back. I waited, until finally:

"Y-you can hear me?"

Yes! That's Pinkie! I could hear it in her voice. Her beautiful voice I have been longing hear again. It was wonderful.

"Yes!" I say tears of joy slipping down my face. "I can hear you! I can hear you! I knew you where here! I just knew it!" I was so happy. I hear a sob. I will not let Pinkie cry. "No don't cry! This is something to celebrate!" She laughs. Oh do I miss her laugh. Her laugh makes me laugh. It's so wonderful. It's as if she sucked all the depression out of me!

So we talked. It was a wonderful talk. I wish I could see her, but just talking with her was enough for me. We even kissed! It was...interesting. I leaned in until I felt the coldness touch my lips. It was freezing, but perfect. Just knowing that those where her lips where enough to me. It made me blush like mad. At that point I wished I was the ghost, and she couldn't see me! 

Her hands on my hands were ice cold. It was like shards of ice ripping into my hand, but I was to in love to care, and I didn't want her to let go. I don't think I can hear her unless we are in contact.

I'm sad we didn't get to do this when she was alive. So I finally got to officially apologize for getting her killed. Here's how it went:

"I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" She says. I'm pretty sure she has been watching me since she died, so she already knows, but I need to say it directly to her.

"I got you killed." I look away tears streaming down my face. "We should've just crossed the street without the crosswalk." I lets out a silent sob. I don't want her to see me cry. "I shouldn't have stopped us in the middle of the crosswalk either." I breathing very hard. I'm unable to speak.

"No!" She says surprising me. "It's not your fault. You weren't the one driving the car! You were caring for our safety! You stopped, because you were worried about me! That is the only way I want to die! Saving you!" Were both crying now. I makes a ring with my arms for a hug. I don't know if she understands, or not, but I do, and if I think she's in the ring than it's good enough for me. I feel both of my shoulder be drenched in ice. I don't flinch though. This is nice.

"You're my guardian angel." I say surprising myself. I said that without thinking, but I like it. "I love you."

"I love you too."

This is perfect.
> 5. True Love
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Fluttershy is going back to school today. After everything that's happened, it's nice to get some familiarity. Pinkie and Fluttershy talk all the time, but they make sure not to when people are around. It's very irritating.

Fluttershy is sitting infront of her bathroom mirror. She lets out a sigh, and looks at her legs. Her jeans cover up her missing leg, but she's still insecure. Her shoulder feels like it gets showered in ice. 

"Pinkie!" She gasps. "How long have you been in here?!" Her face grows warm.

"Don't worry," Pinkie says with a smirk. "I only just got in here." Fluttershy relaxes, and lets off a little smile. She wishes she could see Pinkie, but this is good enough for now.

"Ready for school?" Pinkie asks. 

"Yea...but it would be better if I could see you." She murmurs, looking at her hands. 

"I'll be there the whole time!" Pinkie assures her. "We could hold hands, and talk, and I could even give you the answers off of Twilights paper!" Pinkies eyes are sparkling at the thought. Fluttershy laughs a little at the thought.

"When are we going to tell them?" Fluttershy asks.

"Tell who what?" Pinkie asks even though she already knows who, and what Fluttershy asked.

"Our friends, and you, and..." Fluttershy blushes. "us." 

Pinkie has never thought about that. 

"Umm.." She starts. "How about we just, ya know, tell them normally?" Pinkie said. It was more of a question than a statement.

*Thanks for the help.* Fluttershy thought with sarcasm. Her face was dripping with concentration. She really needed to think of a good plan, so she doesn't sound completely nuts.

"No need for sarcasm." Pinkie says using a fake hurt voice. Fluttershy's eyes widened.

"You heard that?" She said. "I didn't say that. I thought that. You can read my thoughts! Since when? I'm confused." Pinkie laughs her incredible, and beutiful laugh. Fluttershy blushes.

"I think this is the first time I heard your thoughts." Pinkie says. Fluttershy's eyes squinted in concentration. *Thats wierd.* she thinks.

"Tell me about it." Pinkie says. An idea came to Fluttershy's head.

"Pinkie," She says. "stop touching me and I'll think something." Pinkie obeyed, taking her ice cold hand off of Fluttershy's shoulder.

*Hey Pinkie.* Fluttershy thought. Pinkie put her hand on Fluttershy's shoulder. 

"Hey Flutters!" 

Fluttershy's face broke into a grin. "Now I can talk  to you without sounding completely crazy!" She says. Pinkie laughs. 

"Let's get to school." Pinkie says. Fluttershy nods, and rolls out of the bathroom.

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Fluttershy's car pulls up to the school. She gulps. Pinkie puts her hand on Fluttershy's shoulder.

"It'll be fine," She says. "I'll be right here." Fluttershy smiles.

*Thanks.* She thought.

Fluttershy's dad opens the car door. He has Fluttershy's wheelchair next to him. He grabs her bridal style, and puts her in her chair. She can't wait to get a prosthetic leg, so she can walk herself, and save the embarrassment.

She thanks her father, and rolls up the ramp to the school. 

Flying over her head is Pinkie. She scans the surroundings making sure Fluttershy is safe. She hears footsteps and looks down behind Fluttershy. Rainbow Dash is sneaking behind the wheelchair probably to scare her. Pinkies not fast enough to warn Fluttershy, and Rainbow dash shakes the handles.

Fluttershy's heart races a mile a minute. Rainbow Dash laughs behind her. Her shoulder is showered with coldness.

"Sorry," Pinkie says. "I wasent fast enough." 

*Thats okay.* She thought, and turns around to look at Rainbow Dash. RD is trying to conceal her laugh, but is failing miserably. Fluttershy rolls her eyes.

"I just needed to lighten the mood." RD says. She is suddenly very serious. "Since, you know." 

Fluttershy gives him a weak smile, and pats her on the shoulder. The thought of Pinkie dieing ha sent effected her much, because she can just talk to her whenever she feels, but it still get her down a little, because she misses seeing her bright smile, and beautiful blue eyes.

"Yea," Fluttershy says. "we can't mope around all our life." RD looks surprised, but brushes it off. *Its probably just denial.* She thought. Pinkie could not hear that thought.

They all walked (Pinkie floated) inside the doors of the school. Things aren't as happy as usual withought Pinke. It's kinda depressing. 

They pass by Pinkies locker. It has many pictures of her, and candles. Fluttershy smiles at it. It's really sweet. No one really uses their locker since they can just carry everything in a backpack, so they go straight to class.

At CHS everybody goes to every class with the same people in their homeroom. Fortunately, all of Fluttershy's, and Pinkies friends are in the same homeroom. 

They sit at their normal table. Everything is glum. They all look at the empty chair where Pinkieis supposed to sit. Little did they know (except Fluttershy) Pinkie was floating a few inches above the seat.

"Don't be sad." Pinkie says, even though no one could hear her. Not even Fluttershy, she is on the other side of the table.

*I have a plan. We will tell them at lunch.* Fluttershy thought. She didn't need to see, or hear Pinkie on the other side of the table to know she agrees.

The classes went by boring as usual, except now they were all sad. Without Pinkie school was just flat out depressing and boring. In math there was a quiz. Fluttershy didn't get to study, so she didn't feel bad for getting the answers from Pinkie. Well, maybe she felt a little guilty, but just a little.

Finally, after three tiring classes, lunch was here. They all got their lunches like normal, and sat down at their normal table. Fluttershy looked over at Pinkies spot, and gave a very small nod.

"Guys," She said. "I've gotta tell you something." She was really doubting her plan, but she already started. No turning back now. They all looked at her expectantly.

"Pinkies....here." She said. She could see in their faces they thought she was crazy.

"Yea sugarcube, in our hearts." Applejack said. 

"No," Fluttershy stated. "she's here with us. Right now. In ghost form." She cringed at all of their stares.

"Did you hit yer head or something?" Applejack asked. Fluttershy shook her head.

"I've got proof!" She said proudly. Pinkie now figured out where she came in. "Pinkie! Talk to them!" Pinkie let out a small smile and started at Rainbow Dash. She touched her hands, but she didn't flinch away. Pinkie is confused, but she keeps going. 

"Hey Dashey!" She says. No reaction.

She tried with everybody. No reaction from anyone, not even one. She rushes over to Fluttershy, and puts her hand on Fluttershy's shoulder. Fluttershy shivered. A good sign.

"It's not working!" Pinkie said frantically.

"Where's this 'proof' you were talking about?" Rarity asks raising an uncertain eyebrow. Fluttershy gulped. She was sure the plan would work.

"You have to think of something!" Fluttershy whispered at Pinkie. She completely forgot she could speak through her mind with Pinkie.

"Uh..Fluttershy," RD asks. "who are you talking to?" Fluttershy looks up like a deer caught in headlights.

"Pinkie." She says. She already looks crazy. There's no going back.

They all give each other uncertain looks occasionally glancing at Fluttershy. They decided to not press it any further. 

The rest of the day was like this. It made Fluttershy very uncomfortable, but Pinkie was there to keep her together.

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Fluttershy and Pinkie are sitting in Fluttershy's room. Fluttershy is in pieces. She doesn't understand why their friends can't hear Pinkie.

"I can hear you just fine!" She says. "Why can't they? They think I'm crazy." She breaks down into sobs. Pinkie runs her cold hand down Fluttershy's back. Surprisingly it calmed her down a bit.

"Maybe it's because our love is really strong." Pinkie said. Fluttershy thought about it.

The night before Pinkie could here her thoughts, they became official girlfriends, and kissed for a really long time. Even though it really a kiss, it meant a lot to them.

"That," Fluttershy said in thought. "that makes sense." Fluttershy kept telling herself she wasn't crazy, but then she thought *Screw it! So what if it's all in my head! I get to hear, feel, and kiss Pinkie, and that's good enough for me.*

Pinkie decided not to respond to this thought. She was blushing. Fluttershy liked her kisses, and that was good enough for Pinkie.

"I love you, my guardian angel." Fluttershy says, laying back in bed. Pinkie kisses her forehead.

"I love you too."
> 6. Epilogue
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Fluttershy had a good life. There was some bumps along the way. She was put into therapy, and diagnosed for schizophrenia, but she knew she didn't have it. Pinkie had apologized many times, but Fluttershy always told her it wasn't her fault.

She graduated high school with high marks, and went on to collage to be a veterinarian. She refused help from Pinkie, because Pinkies help always involved cheating off the smartest kid in the class. She wanted to do this on her own.

Fluttershy was a great vet. She got on the newspaper once or twice. It was challenging with the small puppies, because they often mistakes her prothestic leg as a chew toy, but she always laughed it off.

Every night Pinkie was always there to talk to. Talking was nice. They could talk for hours. They also watched tv shows together. At night Pinkie would watch over Fluttershy to make sure she was safe. 

Pinkie watched as Fluttershy grew. It saddened her, because she could not grow with her. She was stuck in the same teenage body forever. Fluttershy often joked how she wished she still had the perfect body of her teenage self. They laughed a lot.

The main six, or should I say main five, went their separate ways after highschool, but every year they stopped by Sugarcube Corner to catch up, and laugh. They never forgot Pinkie, and always had a moment of silence for her. Pinkie used that time to tell them about being a 'guardian angel'. Even though they couldn't hear, it was nice to pretend.

All in all, Fluttershy had a good life, and Pinkie had a good afterlife.


(80 years after the last chapter)

Fluttershy lay in bed. She was now old and wrinkly. 97 to be exact. Pinkie floating by her side. She's still six-teen, but she loves her old and wrinkly Fluttershy.

Fluttershy knew she was dying. She's been sick for a week, and she could feel her life draining away. She felt cold on her hands, she knows Pinkie is there for her forever. Pinkie is the best guardian angel Fluttershy could ask for.

"P-Pinkie," Fluttershy said. "I love you my sweet guardian angel."

"I love you too, Fluttershy." Pinkie said with her still young voice. Fluttershy smiled. She had always loved that voice. It is so full of energy, and wonder. Things were begining to black out. She knew she was dying now, and she was ready to be with Pinkie. 

Fluttershy felt herself being pulled from her body. She could see again. Standing infront of her was Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy looked down at her body. She was seventeen again. She looked back up at Pinkie. She was smiling, oh, how Fluttershy missed that smile. She lunged her self at Pinkie getting her first real kiss with her girlfriend.

After what felt like years, they broke apart, and stared into each other's eyes. 

A bright flash pulled their eyes away from each other. They both gave bright smiles at the light. The light everybody talks about was finally here. Pinkie grabbed onto Fluttershy's hand.

"Let's go." She says.

"I love you, Pinkie."

"I love you too, Fluttershy."

They stepped into the light.

The End
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Hey guys, I just wanted to tell you that Im putting this story on my wattpad. The username is C-nan3. I never go on this anymore, so I'd like to thank the people who have read this, liked, and commented. This is my first finished book. Y'all are the best.😄

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