She had everything to do, datelines to meet, work to submit and places to be. But it all didn't seem to matter anymore. An empty pit took the place of her heart, and the scars that were fading away were reminders of the knife she used to own. She remembers vividly how she lost it.

"I've had enough, enough of all this, Pinkie. You are not the pony I used to know. I don't want to know somepony like you, so do not beg me when I walk away because I am simply not coming back. It's gone on for far too long and I need you to snap out of it." Rarity fiercely scolded.

Pinkie had never seen her like this before. It was frightening, and Pinkie had started to sob. Pinkie's heart was getting tortured in so many ways more than one. It was getting ripped apart and ripped out from a soul that was so far gone and so dead. Each word cut Pinkie deeper, and made the tears spew out more. She loathed crying in front of Rainbow Dash, who just looked sad.

"All of us want you back. Not this empty shell of a pony you are now, but the old you, the one who didn't care what happened, who was always so strong. Where is that pony? Because I don't want to talk to you, I only want her."

Was this supposed to make her feel better? Because it just made her sob harder. She wanted to explain how difficult it was to live, how much she couldn't live without the cuts, but Rarity wouldn't understand.

"We all have our problems, Pinkie, but not all of us cut, like you." Rarity said, and walked away.

Pinkie just stood there, speechless, experiencing the worst kind of hurt that ever plagued her. The tears continued streaming, and she was too well aware of Rainbow Dash there, but not numb enough to sober up. Rainbow Dash walked over to Pinkie, and hugged her. Pinkie kept crying, but she finally felt some semblance of kindness, some friendship after being tortured. Pinkie was going to move away when Rainbow hugged her tight, so tight that Pinkie stopped crying, in fact.

"Rarity's right, Pinkie, you have to stop." Rainbow urged, but her voice was kind and soft.

Pinkie Pie gulped. "I know" She replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pinkie Pie knew they were right, and she knew what she would have to do. She dug around slowly in her backpack and conjured the penknife that brought her so much pain and happiness. She held on to it for a moment more, making a wish that she wouldn't need it anymore, thanking it for being there, and that she was sorry she had to let it go.

She outstretched her hoof, and gave it to Rainbow.

"I.. don't see the point of you giving it to me, Pinkie. You could always buy a new one." Rainbow responded to the gesture.

"I won't." Pinkie replied curtly, her spirit so weak and fragile she would shatter if she tried to manage more than a few words. But she was telling the truth. She wouldn't buy another knife.

Rainbow Dash pondered that for a while, and then took the knife.

"I'll have to get going, Pinkie. Stay strong!" Rainbow said before flying off.

Pinkie couldn't even manage a goodbye.

Now, though she didn't regret giving up the weapon to Rainbow, Pinkie wanted to cut so badly. She couldn't do anything without it. It's been two weeks since she cut, the scars are gone but the pain was still there.

She would give absolutely anything just for it to be over.

She knew that she would die just to feel alive.