This is my attempt at writing an upsetting story, and... wait for it... explaining ALL the ponies many issues. It was so god damn hard creating a couple and even harder to write them, but I've worked really hard. I'm awful at writing scary things without making myself depressed so some parts may make you do a double take. Enjoy. I can't do exclamation marks because I'm still depressed :(
Applejack looked over her baby sister lying wrapped in powder white sheets. An oxegen mask was fastened over her mouth and several tubes stuck into her veins. Apple Bloom's eyes were closed lightly as she slept and her forehead was sweaty from the chemicals inside her.
The cowgirl couldn't look any longer. It was her fault too. When they told her they would be "Cutie Mark Crusader Chemical Creators," she didn't realise they were using the ones from the school lab and not their toy science kit. If she had... none of this would have happened.
They had created a glue solvent, and inhaled too much. Apple Bloom had come out worst ; she had attempted to glue her cut knee shut and it had gone into her bloodstream.
Applejack glanced down the corridor. Next door was Rarity crying over Sweetie Belle who had severe brain damage, and after that Scootaloo, with the other four. She had no family and lived in care. Rainbow Dash, who had been like a sister to her, was taking it very badly. She hadn't talked for 9 hours in shock, and silently wept over the ill filly.
After looking at her sister for a little longer, she suddenly realised how tired she was.
She kissed Applebloom's warm forehead goodnight, and ambled over to the cold stiff hospital bed. Then Applejack wriggled under the cover and lay facing her sister. She would sleep facing her.
The orange mare blinked away the last remaining tears away and closed them. She let sleep wash over her, and before she knew it she was asleep. No dreams, good or bad, she was too tired to dream.
After what seemed like minutes, she opened her eyes to find the room was lit by the weak sun and her friends standing around her, all looking depressed.
"Wha's wrong?" she asked, assuming the worst, "is ma' li'l sister okay?"
"Oh she's fine," smiled back Twilight, who was doing her best to keep everything calm, "she'll just be in here a little while longer. Sweetie Belle will be out in a couple of days and Scootaloo a week. Apple Bloom will be out just after them, much better." Applejack sighed quietly.
Then she got out of bed and trotted to her sister's bedside and gazed at her. Almost as if she had realised Applejack was there, Apple Bloom's eyes began to flicker, and after a minute, blinked open.
"Apple Bloom!" cried Applejack, and she hugged her sister like she could never let go. Apple Bloom winced a little but did her best to return the hug.
"It hurts Applejack," she whined, "being in here an' all. I wan'na go home." Her big sister nodded back.
"We all have our bad days, but it makes the good days bet'er. Ev'rybody needs a bad day to be normal. Nobody doesn't have one," she said wisely.
The others tilted their heads, interested.
Apple Bloom nodded sleepily back, and slowly fell back asleep.
"So..." said Rainbow Dash.
"So what?" asked the cowgirl.
"What was your's?" asked Dash. The other four waited for a response.
"That is nothin' to talk about on a lit'le filly's sickbed! And it is none of your business." snapped Applejack. She turned her head away from her friends with her nose pointed in the air.
The other 5 took the message and left Apple Bloom's hospital room. As they went out the door, nostalgia hit Applejack like a slap.
It was so cold... so cold that winter. "Stop thinking about it..." Applejack thought to herself angrilly. That stupid pegasus had gone and uprooted what should have stayed at the back of her mind.
And with a little filly too, she was about two months wasn't she? And you were only eight years old, the age she is now. Applejack wanted to slap her own head, but was afraid that would get her removed from the ward. She wearilly walked over to her bed, and flopped down on it. Go to sleep Applejack, go to sleep...
The tiredness took over Applejack, and she dozed off, but her mind seized her dreams and turned them into her hidden memory.
She had been a young filly, only eight or so, when her family had decided to go down to Fillydelphia for the winter holidays. Big Macintosh was about eleven, and Apple Bloom was a young baby, only two months.
"Let Apple Bloom have her first winter in our home town. It'll be fun," her father had said.
He was a fine stallion, a yellowy green with blonde hair, just like her's. He had amber eyes which Apple Bloom had, and strong legs like Big Macintosh. They all had a little bit of him inside them.
They had organised a horse and carriage, which two colts had offered to pull, as they were looking for a bit of money to start off with in Fillydephia. Her mother and father had sat at the front to look at the views, so she was playing with her baby sister inside the coach.
Their mother had left some apples in for them. Their lovely mother. She had been an orange shade too, with bright red hair and pale green eyes. Applejack remembered she could buck all the apples out of one tree with one leg. When she was young, an apple had fallen in her eye and damaged it, so she always wore her hair covering her right eye.
The road was slippery with ice, but the two colts were very careful and went at a reasonable speed. That is, until they started talking to each other.
They had decided to see who was the fastest, completely forgetting there was young children on board, and began galloping across the winded road.
"Slow down boys!" her father had yelled, as the coach began to bump up and down. Apple Bloom had began to cry and she had clung on to her in attempt to comfort her, and hide her own fear.
One of the colts had slipped, and the other didn't notice, and continued racing. Then the harness pulled, and he was tugged off the road and down a slope to a ditch.
The coach had flipped over, her parents were flung off and the two colts crushed beneath the coach. Applejack had banged her head off the wall, but was fine. The baby was safely wrapped in her arms.
After two minutes of silence, her big brother had gone outside. It was cold and windy, so she stayed inside. He didn't come back in for a few minutes, so she went outside to check.
And found him outside, crying over the bodies of their two parents. The fall had killed them. Applejack remembered kissing her mother as hard as she could, convinced that would bring her back. It didn't.
Apple Bloom's cries had brought them to realise, after hours of sobbing in the cold, that they couldn't stay here. They would freeze to death. Big Macintosh had told her that they needed to just walk forward, and not look back.
So, with the two month old filly wrapped in a blanket hanging from Macintosh's mouth, they began to walk down the winded road, not sure if it was leading to Fillydelphia or Ponyville, just walking on and on. It wasn't snowing, it was the beginning of December, but the wind was so cold that sometimes she just wanted to curl up and fall asleep. Her big brother told her no, not to sleep, that's what killed.
Months after, she still couldn't sleep.
They walked on for around four days. She wasn't exactly sure how long, the hours melted into each other. Sometimes she would carry the baby, to help her big brother. Sometimes he would carry her, when her legs crumpled into the ground. She had no idea how he kept walking, but he did.
Finally, they reached a frozen over Ponyville. People asked, "Where are your parents?" or, "What are you doing out in the cold?" The three kept quiet, and kept on walking.
They reached the farm they used to live in. Their grandmother was asleep when they came in, and they didn't want to wake her up. Big Macintosh lit the fireplace, and lay Apple Bloom beside it, then let Applejack curl into Apple Bloom. He didn't take any heat, he just sat in his father's chair and looked empty.
When they woke up, Granny Smith was waiting for them, confused. Big Macintosh explained through misty eyes, while Applejack cried. Their grandmother hugged them tight, and promised she would look after them, and not to cry. Even Apple Bloom cried, like she knew.
They never told her what had happened. She was still too young. It could scar her. There would be a right time, but it wasn't now. Not now.
She grew up believing that they had all been brought by the four-winged pegasus to Granny Smith. Every night Applejack said a prayer to her parents, and every night she prayed for Apple Bloom.
The little filly memories still gave her nightmares. And when Twilight nearly ruined getting rid of the snow when they wrapped up winter, she could have killed her. How her parents life was lost to the ice, and how their's were nearly lost to the cold. How could she have made more chance for suffering? How could she?
Applejack woke up suddenly, covered in cold sweat. She looked at her little sister, sleeping innocently. With a hoof, she wiped the sweat off her face, sat breathing for a minute, and looked back at Apple Bloom.
"There will be a right time, but it's not now. Not now," she thought, and sat thinking there the entire night.
I'm basically going to explain everypony's bad days. They will get worse as they go on, so if you found this difficult I wouldn't reccomend reading the rest. R&R.