ENDING TWO

COWARD

I felt sweat build on my forehead, looking between Pinkie and the bed. Whatever the cost, I couldn't give into her. If I did, I'd be worse than a coward, I'd be insane and a fool.

Assuming I wasn't already insane.

"Never!" I ran past Pinkie, shoving her aside. She growled at me, "...You'll regret that." I made my way to the bed, but as I touched it, nothing happened. I paused, surprised. Why isn't it working?!

Suddenly, I was grabbed and fell backwards. Pinkie stared at me, growling, her face angry, "Why couldn't you just give up?! It's so much easier! You little foal!"

I felt myself shake in fear. Her words rang in my ears, and I found them partially true. Then, a knife plunged into my stomach. I cried out, but before long, it cut up, slicing my chest and stomach open. With a sigh, Pinkie calmed down, then smiled, giggling, "Well, at least I can make you hurt for a little while!"

I cried out again, my lungs and heart pumping visibly. As I tried to stop her with my one good arm, she quickly pulled out a brand-like object, in the shape of a horseshoe, and pressed it roughly against my bare flesh. I screamed, tears running down my face as white hot pain rang through my body.

Pinkie then took her knife, reaching into my stomach and working with something. Blood spurted onto her hooves and I cried out every time she shifted at all. Eventually, she pulled out some hopefully non-essential organ. I still sobbed, my tears mixing with my blood in the dance of agony.

She grinned widely, then quickly slit my throat. It seemed quick, but it still had a horrid effect. I gasped for air, unable to breath as I stared wide eyed at the pink monster looming over me. I wheezed, my eyes slowly shutting. The last thing I saw was Pinkie, still smiling and laughing. Always.

I sat up from the nightmare, startled and shaking, sweating. My whole body ached, and my mother was staring at me with a slightly scared face, "Sam? Sam! You've been asleep all day, what happened?!"

I gasped, taking in breath, "...I-I-I don't know..."

All I knew was that this was the end of Pinkie...but...what would happen to me. I stared at my hands, my heart pounding. Frightened beyond limits.

Sam continued to have nightmares, though not about Pinkie. It was always about what she had failed to do. Pinkie seemed to have disappeared from her mind, though it was obvious to anyone that Sam was getting worse, shaking for no reason and paranoid beyond measure.

Before long, Sam began spouting about her nightmares, how she knew that they were real, and that Pinkie is still out there. Several psychologists that the family could hire tried to help her get out of this frantic mode, but to no avail.

Eventually, she seemed to snap, slashing at her brother, saying that he was working with Pinkie, or he was going to betray her, just like Rainbow Dash.

Sam was put into an insane asylum, still screaming in her nightmares, waking up with self-inflicted wounds. No matter what the doctors did, Sam continued losing her mind before she completely reverted on assuming she was still asleep, that she was in some kind of coma, and that all the doctors and patients were just more tricks. More obstacles.

She hung herself after three years of solitary confinement. No one knows what drove the semi-normal girl to go insane. Yet.

Dear Sam,

We hope you receive this letter. We wish you well being on your trip, and we hope that you may find internal peace eventually. A coward is nothing to be ashamed of, young one, but if you were stronger and possibly smarter, you could have avoided your fate.

We wish that you may be well when you read this letter. We would want to possibly meet you, if possible in your dreams. We may only do this if they are calm enough for us to enter. Please, if you do receive this message, keep thy self from the depths of the grave.

Your Princess,

Luna

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