Title:           >Birds are chirping, a breeze is making its way across the orchard. It's early e
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First Edit:      Friday 14th of December 2012 11:26:56 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 14th of December 2012 11:26:56 AM CDT

>Birds are chirping, a breeze is making its way across the orchard. It's early evening.
>Be Applejack.
>You don't know how long you've been here.
>You don't want to know.
>You get up, stretching your hooves.
"Ah reckon ah'll head on back, 'fore somepony starts to worry."
>Can't let them worry, they may get "concerned".
>You start on your way back.
>On the outside, your calm, but inside, your mind is alive with thought.
>You sigh, letting the breeze roll its way over you.
>It's a beautiful day.
>You trudge along, replaying memories in your head.
>Your just trying to remember when somepony actually cared.
 
>Twilight is a student of Celestia
>Rarity makes outfits for Canterlot.
>Fluttershy is the Vet for the whole town.
>Rainbow Dash leads the weather team.
>Even Pinkie Pie is the best party planner in the whole of Equestria.
"Ah just sell apples., which they don't even need to live.
>You heads hangs, strength fading.
>You've been overworking yourself for weeks.
>You barely eat, sleep is the only release.
>Your "friends" show concern, but it's not honest.
>So you put on a smile, it keeps them at bay.
>Keeps them from trying to get close.
>Keeps them from their pity.
 
>The barn is in sight now.
 
>It's nearly dark now, as you approach the barn door.
>Silently, you open the door and slide inside, closing it behind you.
>The barns empty, all the animals out in the field, enjoying the night.
"Heh, Joy, wonder what thats like"
>You make your way right, to a ladder.
>You climb up to the rafting, your favorite spot.
>Aside from a few piles of hay, its empty.
>Making your way towards the back corner, you feel something...
>Relief.
>Pushing aside a small pile of hay, you reveal a box.
>You open it, and smile.
>The only honest smile you have left.
>Inside are only four items.
>A pen.
>Some paper.
>A bloody bandage.
>And a knife, covered in dried blood.
 
>Grabbing the box, you make your way to the edge of the platform.
>You sit on the edge, pulling the knife out of the box.
>You turn it over in the air, eyeing the old memories, the old feelings.
>You lower the knife to you left hoof.
>With speed that would rival Rainbow's, you slice along the back of your wrist.
>No pain, you done it enough to get past that.
>Slowly, blood begins to trickle down your wrist.
>Reaching behind you, you grab some hay, stuffing it behind your back.
>Making two more similar cuts, you lean back.
>You put the knife down at your side.
>Settling in, you look down at your wrist.
>Blood is trickling out of all three cuts, falling to the ground below.
 
>The barn has incredible ventilation.
>The breeze finds it's way inside.
>It rolls over you again, touching everything.
>You can't help but enjoy the feeling of the cool air meeting the blood that accumulating on your wrist.
>The feeling, is unlike anything else she can experience in her daily routine..
>The feeling of, relief.
>Relief from all the issues that plague her mind daily.
>Relief from all the sorrow she feels.
>Relief from all the lies.
>But above all else, these time let you know one thing.
>You are not a special butterfly.
>You are not important.
>You are, mortal.
 
>And unfortunately, your still alive
 
>Sighing, you reach down and grab the box.
>Placing it upon your lap you remove the last three items.
>Carefully you wrap you bleeding hoof.
>Then you grab the pen and paper.
>Flipping the box over you place the paper on top of it.
>For a bit, you just stare at it.
>Thinking, or not thinking...
>It doesn't matter anymore.
>You scribble a few lines before spitting the pen down.
>Climbing to your hooves you set the box to the side.
>You walk over to the nearest post.
>It has a nail sticking out of it.
>You shove the paper over it, punching a hole at the top.
>You turn and walk back toward your spot. Leaving the note behind.
>Looking out off the platform, your eyes focus on the closest object.
>There, swaying gently in the breeze, hangs a noose.
 
>Reaching out you grasp the noose, pulling it close.
>Gently, you slide it over your head, letting is rest upon your neck
>You smile softly as you tighten the rope.
Images of everypony you know flash into your mind.
>Big Mac, selfish brother.
>Applebloom and her friends, annoying and rude.
>Your friends, Twilight, Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow and Pinkie.
>You clench you teeth, their friendship, their love, all out of pity.
>Pity, for the lowly farmer.
'No."
>You shake your head, looking forward.
>They wont get the satisfaction of ruining this.
>Tears are welling up in your eyes.
>Your smile returns, a chuckle escapes your lips.
>Another, and another.
>Soon your laughing softly.
>As you ready yourself, it only gets worse.
>By the time you jump, your already in hysterics.