Authors Note: Damn, I have a lot to put up today xDDD Anyway, this one is a bit longer then my other insanely short drabbles ._. Reviews are love! :DDD

In my head, Pinkie isn't an insane psychopath. Just weird, and maybe a little mentally fragile if the story calls for it. So yeah. xD

Disclaimer: I don't own MLP, hurrdurr.

6. Whispers

At first, it was easier to pretend she didn't her the thin little whispers behind her back.

And really, it wasn't until Rainbow Dash crept up to her one day, muttering about how everypony thought she was going mad, that the murmurs she hadn't actually heard were cruel, unkind words worming in everyponys minds'. She had hated the way the confession had slipped from her friends mouth- hurriedly and with an uncharacteristic twinge of fear- as if she would snap any moment and go on an insane rampage. It twisted her guts and tore at her that anyone, especially one of her dearest friends, would ever think her to be a savage.

Rainbow Dash had been reassured that she wouldn't kill everypony in town and so Pinkie thought life would march on.

It hadn't nearly been that simple, as Ponyville didn't seem to want to trust her again. The rumors grew and grew, until they poisoned the atmosphere around her and she was slowly becoming accustomed to the eyes on her. Pinkie still tried to convince the ponies that she wasn't insane, not in the way they thought she was, but they seemed to draw farther and farther away from her and refused to listen. The once amazing parties she threw were tainted with a feeling of wariness, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of everypony acting like they were walking on eggshells around. Even Pinkie's carefree attitude seemed to sour after time and maybe her curls weren't as bouncy as they had once been.

She was only just an earth pony and it wasn't long until she found herself crying and longing for the times her smile was untainted and she could chase the colors and rainbows without everypony treating her as if she was clinically insane. There was no doubt that she had always been a little eccentric and had her head in the clouds often- quite literally- but she wasn't the completely unstable monster everyone made her out to be.

Still, she tried to keep her head held high- albeit her friends couldn't miss the way her shoulders would always seem to slouch now. Pinkie clutched onto the fact that no matter what they all seemed to say, it would never change who she really was. As long as her loyal friends stayed with her, they couldn't hurt her anymore. She would smile, she would live.

Everything came to a screeching halt after her birthday, when the distrust and wariness seeped into even her loyal friends eyes' and never truly left again. The whispers and maggots that infested Ponyville crawled into her thoughts, and as she lay crying, she thought she might have heard her heart crack.