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A Note in a Drawer
Hi, everypony.
I found this piece of paper in this room. I hope she doesn't find it before you do.
I'm scared. I don't know why this is happening to me. You should know what's going on in case you find this.
My name is Pinkie Pie. Yes, that silly little party pony. For much of my life, I wanted to make others smile. I wanted to throw parties, help ponies when they were sad, and be there for all their special moments. You might be thinking how somepony like me ended up in this mess.
It all happened a couple days ago when I was coming back to Sugarcube Corner after a very special party at Derpy's house. It was night time and I was the only pony outside, or so I thought. Then I was knocked over by this mare. I looked up and she hit me square in the face. And then everything was black for a while, even more black than the night.
I woke up in this room. I think there was supposed to be a window in here but the pony that owned it had it all covered up and I couldn't see anything out of it. I then tried to get out the door but it was locked. With nothing to do, I sat down and waited for someone to come in. That day I was supposed to hang out with Fluttershy, one of my very special friends. I thought about how she must have been in her little house, waiting for me. I then thought about Mr. and Mrs. Cake and how they must be worried sick about me. And that made me really sad because nothing makes me more sad than making other ponies sad.
Anyway, I sat there for a while until somepony unlocked the door and opened it. It was the same mare that hit me last night. I told her it was okay and that I hoped to make her feel better. I thought she did this to me because she was really mad and wanted to take it out on somepony else. I didn't think she would hurt me anymore.
I was wrong.
She started to hit me really hard. It hurt so bad that I started crying. But she only hit me harder and harder. She kicked me, she threw stuff at me, and she kept telling me that I was worthless and that I should die. I asked her why she was being so mean to me but she didn't give me an answer.
After she left, I started to believe what she said. I started to think about my friends and what they must have been going through. Thinking about them made me feel even worse about myself.
A while later, she came back in and did the same thing again. And then she did it again a little while afterward. During the third time, my tummy started rumbling and I found out that I haven't eaten all day. I told her I was hungry and she left the room for a minute. She then came back in with a bucket and she put it on the ground. I crawled over to it and saw that there was only water in it. Even though it wasn't food, I gulped down the whole thing. After that, she left and I fell asleep.
The next couple of days were the same thing.
I hate myself. What I thought were just silly words became true to me. I have hurt all of my friends. They can't be happy because they're all looking for me. And if they can't be happy, I can't. This was the last thing I ever wanted. If anypony finds this note, tell everyone in Ponyville that I'm sorry for making them so scared and sad. Maybe if I get out of here, I can throw a big party for them.
As she wrote those words, she heard some clattering at the door. She snatched the letter from the desk and frantically folded it with her shaking hooves. She saw a drawer attached to the desk and pulled it open. She stuffed the letter in.
And the mare barged in. Pinkie jerked herself over to her, staring at her with jittery eyes.
"We're going somewhere special this time," she said. Pinkie allowed her to grab her hoof and drag her out of the room.
The drawer was still open.
I found this piece of paper in this room. I hope she doesn't find it before you do.
I'm scared. I don't know why this is happening to me. You should know what's going on in case you find this.
My name is Pinkie Pie. Yes, that silly little party pony. For much of my life, I wanted to make others smile. I wanted to throw parties, help ponies when they were sad, and be there for all their special moments. You might be thinking how somepony like me ended up in this mess.
It all happened a couple days ago when I was coming back to Sugarcube Corner after a very special party at Derpy's house. It was night time and I was the only pony outside, or so I thought. Then I was knocked over by this mare. I looked up and she hit me square in the face. And then everything was black for a while, even more black than the night.
I woke up in this room. I think there was supposed to be a window in here but the pony that owned it had it all covered up and I couldn't see anything out of it. I then tried to get out the door but it was locked. With nothing to do, I sat down and waited for someone to come in. That day I was supposed to hang out with Fluttershy, one of my very special friends. I thought about how she must have been in her little house, waiting for me. I then thought about Mr. and Mrs. Cake and how they must be worried sick about me. And that made me really sad because nothing makes me more sad than making other ponies sad.
Anyway, I sat there for a while until somepony unlocked the door and opened it. It was the same mare that hit me last night. I told her it was okay and that I hoped to make her feel better. I thought she did this to me because she was really mad and wanted to take it out on somepony else. I didn't think she would hurt me anymore.
I was wrong.
She started to hit me really hard. It hurt so bad that I started crying. But she only hit me harder and harder. She kicked me, she threw stuff at me, and she kept telling me that I was worthless and that I should die. I asked her why she was being so mean to me but she didn't give me an answer.
After she left, I started to believe what she said. I started to think about my friends and what they must have been going through. Thinking about them made me feel even worse about myself.
A while later, she came back in and did the same thing again. And then she did it again a little while afterward. During the third time, my tummy started rumbling and I found out that I haven't eaten all day. I told her I was hungry and she left the room for a minute. She then came back in with a bucket and she put it on the ground. I crawled over to it and saw that there was only water in it. Even though it wasn't food, I gulped down the whole thing. After that, she left and I fell asleep.
The next couple of days were the same thing.
I hate myself. What I thought were just silly words became true to me. I have hurt all of my friends. They can't be happy because they're all looking for me. And if they can't be happy, I can't. This was the last thing I ever wanted. If anypony finds this note, tell everyone in Ponyville that I'm sorry for making them so scared and sad. Maybe if I get out of here, I can throw a big party for them.
As she wrote those words, she heard some clattering at the door. She snatched the letter from the desk and frantically folded it with her shaking hooves. She saw a drawer attached to the desk and pulled it open. She stuffed the letter in.
And the mare barged in. Pinkie jerked herself over to her, staring at her with jittery eyes.
"We're going somewhere special this time," she said. Pinkie allowed her to grab her hoof and drag her out of the room.
The drawer was still open.