Pinkie pie was in her room that night, that one damn cold night. She put her party cannon away, and she deflated her balloons so she could use them tomorrow. She sat in her bed hopeless and depressed. She grabbed a razor. She started cutting deep into her arms, smiling, crying, and relieved. Just then Rainbowdash barged in the pink pony's room. Pinkie quickly hid her razors from Dash.
"PINKIE!" Dash exclaimed. "Please no!"
Pinkie Showed Dash the cuts "it's already done, Dash" Pinkie said with a smile
Pinkie then fell to the floor, her wrists bleeding so much, just to damn much. Rainbowdash ran towards her. Dash just kept shaking the lifeless body. Dash couldn't speak she just tried to wake her up. She grabbed pinkie and flew to the hospital, it was the only thing she could think of.
Dash arrived at the hospital, the nurse took pinkie and dash to a room.
"Will she be alright?!" Dash exclaimed.
Find out in Struggle
In the hospital bed's thin crisp sheets lies everyone's future.
If that person was lucky, the bed didn't mean anything just yet. They had more time left on their hands, more things to accomplish. Their legs were strong enough to carry them home, their arms had enough strength to hug the ones they loved. Their lungs could work on their own, they'd be able to breathe.
I'm not one of the lucky ones.
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━ a short pinkiedash story,, about 20k words
━ this story is hella old, i wrote it freshman year 💀