I kept walking through the field, the dry, long grass brushing against my torso and legs. I looked around, for a village or something, nothing. I sighed and started trotting through the field, trying to quickly find somewhere to rest. My saddle bag moved a bit when I trotted, still on my back.
After awhile, I saw an abandoned windmill, it looking like a ruin more than a windmill. I ran towards it, going under the shelter of whats left of the roof. I sat down and started crying. "I can't believe I did this, it ruined my life, my family, and my friends are gone."
I opened my saddle bag and got out my pink diary and pen, flipping though the diary to a blank page.
'The second day of running away. I can't keep this up anymore. I'm in the middle of nowhere, in a ruin of a windmill. I'm surrounded by overgrown fields. I'm going to change myself, so I can live a better life somewhere besides ponyville. For now on, I'm called Pinkz. Still like my real name, but different. Thats all for now. I can't take it, being called Pinkamena anymore. Its bringing back my memories. But, memories last forever. Mostly the bad ones.'
I finished writing and closed my book, putting the pen and book in my saddle back. I curled up in a corner of the windmill and closed my sleepy eyes. And fell asleep.
'Bye Pinkamena...'
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Memories Last Forever
Short Story"Its all my fault..." Pinkamena said, walking though the field. Hoping she didn't do what she has done. Its her fault that her life became horrible and lonely. Even though she didn't mean to, its her fault. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS, DEPRESSION...
