[ Pinka's POV] . . . . I sit alone on my bed, sitting criss cross with my head resting on the palm of my hands, my face hidden with my hair and hands, I feel my hair is a complete mess, some mass of curles ontop of my head with the rest frizzing out all directions, I feel unclean, with having bags under my eyes and looking around with fuzzy vision, the room is freezing cold. "Just the way I like it. . ." I mutter as I stare at nothingness ahead of me, my eyes dreadfully sleepy but blank of any other expression. I couldn't sleep.... No matter how cold I made the room, no matter how many blankets and pillows I surrounded myself in. "Why can't I bucking Sleep..." I say coldly, frustrated that I didn't know, but I did, I did know. . .I sigh and bury my face deeper in my hands. . . I neeeed Somepony . . . and I need them NOW ... I slowly glance across the dark room, Shelves full of broken glasses, popped balloons, used old party favors, some even have collected dust on them, I sigh and keep looking, seeing a few old blood smears on the shelves and walls, loose hanging pictures next to the blood smears, I didn't want to look at them, but my mind wasn't exactly working, so I kept glacing at them. They were pictures of my "friends" ... Most of them with me in them... Most of them had me and Dashie in them, those all had broken crooked cracks all down the middle, with Dashie looking mostly annoyed with me in the picture tightly hugging her, "I remember that day . . . " I mutter. (To be continued....)
