I know it’s been a long time since my last entry, but Dash went missing a year ago from when the nightmares stopped. I lost count of the days with my Dashie, as well. Ever since this has happened, I haven’t been eating, drinking, or sleeping well. I don’t even get up in the morning at all because of the nightmares I’m having. These are exactly like the ones my precious Dash started having three months ago, but I feel like mine are a lot more agonizing. I see the same image in my head, Dash getting taken...and the kidnapper...

The pain I’m experiencing right now makes me want to kill myself. I won’t do that...unless I know my Dashie isn’t taking breaths-

(The rest of the paper was torn off under the entry’s writing, had wet tear marks on it, and had hints of blood in one corner.)

I had to start the entry over. When I finished writing the word, Dashie, I tried to slit my throat with the paper...No, I'll continue going. For her. When I finished writing that, my mind started forcing my fondest memories with my precious, and now lost Rainbow Dash.

The first day I went to school, I was hallucinating, I could barely hear. For my hearing was being clogged by noise in my mind. I saw Dashie everywhere I went. If that wasn’t already bad enough, I was hearing voices in my head. The voices were saying, “Do it…”. They sounded exactly like the voices from the creepypasta, “Redmist.”I told myself I wouldn't cry, or try and hurt myself...until my teacher took role.

The teacher went name by name. I was finally able to isolate the present situation from my Rainbow, until the teacher said, "Rainbow Dash?". I was ready to do one of the following when he said my Dashie's name: Cry, scream, vomit, pass out cold, or drive my pencil through my throat. I did none of these.

Instead, I felt my lips quivering. Someone asked me what's wrong, but I quickly changed to Pegasus form, then flew out of the room, using all of the strength in my wings to thrust as hard as I could. I was crying hard on the way out, too. I just remember flying out through the door, zooming up on the roof of the school, and changing again. I sat on the roof, crying. I can't believe she would dare even fucking SAY her name! What a BITCH!!! This was a half a month ago, before the talk I had with the mane...5.

I'm sorry... I just miss her so much. I could have stopped it, but I couldn't. I was there the night she was taken.
We were in bed, asleep. This was on Friday, we were partying for hours. Probably until 9. My family was off visiting family, partying. The Mane 5 (Dash and I stayed at home) were out in Las Pegasus, partying. So Dash and I partied hard, like we’ve never partied before. We went right to bed, but Dash got up to get a bottled-water.

The bottles were in the garage, and the garage door was open.

I saw her start to walk into the room...but then I heard a gunshot. She started screaming, and fell to her knees. I instantly got up, and ran to her. I kneeled down beside her. She was bleeding from the stomach. God dammit, when are the mother fuckers going to attack ME first.

I knew people often survived the shot she took, but she was bleeding pretty bad. I just did what I knew was best for her at this moment, even if it isn’t doing her any good for her health. I pulled her toward me, and leaned her up against me, and stroked her mane gently. We began to cry together. Just as I told Dash she was going to be okay, and that I love her, a tall dark figure came out of the dark. I took a bullet to the upper leg, and cried out.

Dammit! Taking the bullet was so damn painful, I could barely breath! The figure grabbed her, and started to run.
I could hear Dashie screaming for me, but the gunshot wound I had in my leg hurt like hell. I was chasing after him as my pegasus form, flying as fast as I’ve ever flown before. I couldn't keep up. The gunshot wound was causing me to bleed out, and I was starting to become wobbly. The man got in his car, started to drive off, and I followed him. Or at least I thought. I reached the corner of a street, when I remember hearing Dashie screaming for me. I fainted in the middle of the street, and changed as I passed out. I woke up, laying against the outside wall of Am/Pm. I realized what just happened... My precious Rainbow was just taken from me. That was the story in it’s shortest, simplest, and least horrible form. The real, and detailed story is too much for me to write on this...

The sick realization sunk in, that I just let my love get taken from me.
She was the only, true thing I had near, and dear to my heart. I loved her, and he just took her from me.
I woke up again in the hospital, and cried. She was gone. No, she's not gone, she's just…I don’t know...

I called the police. I told them my girlfriend and I were doing a cosplay party, and she was dressed as a Rainbow Dash. He bought it. They searched for a month. We tried to the point where a years worth of searching for someone in the Sahara would be about even to the amount of effort they gave.

The other 5 elements of harmony were out on vacation in Las Pegasus for two months. They came back from vacation, and wanted to come see us. They offered for Dash and I to go, but we said no.

God DAMMIT!!! If we would have fucking gone with them, we wouldn't be in this situation right now!!! They looked pretty happy when they came to tell Dash and I about the trip. They probably would have expected to see Dash and I sleeping in bed, me holding Dash, while she slept like an angel in my bed. Instead of that, they came, just to see me sitting on the edge of my bed, slouched over with my face buried in my palms, crying.

They knew something was up, so Fluttershy came over to me, and asked me what's wrong. I told her to just give me a minute. I probably sat for a half-hour, crying to the point where I was barely able to breath. They looked like they were starting to get impatient.

"Riley, I'm sorry to be asking you this right now" said Twilight, starting a conversation, as Fluttershy tried HARD to try and get me to breath. What a kind pony. At any time, Fluttershy will be there to make you feel better in sad times. Twilight continued with, "Im sorry to ask, but...where's Rainbow Dash?" I softly cried for a minute more, then realized what I had to do...

I took deep breaths, then said,

"Come.."

They did just that, and sat down on the living room couch. They knew it was serious, so I just continued with the story.
I took the tears out my eyes, and told them the short version of the story.
They knew I was serious, so they sat in front of me with expressionless faces, even Pinkie who no longer wore a smile on her face.

"...I know that you think that nothing can truly take love away. That is true, but possessions can easily be taken from you like that. Life could end tomorrow, and there would be no one to stop it. I may have many things I keep close to me, cherish, and love like my life depended on it. But, the only thing I truly love, this I hold close, and I never want to let it go. This is my precious Rainbow Dash." I could feel tears coming again. I need to finish. "Look, the point is... A month ago, on Friday, Dashie went to go get a water, came back in, but was shot in the stomach by somebody with a gun."
I stopped for minute because I noticed the other ponies were shocked by what I just said. Half of them had their face in their hooves, and started sobbing. The other half of them just starting crying there. I started to as well. After a minute of emotional crying, I continued

"I watched her bleed...and I ran over, held her, holding her in my arms, and said, “Dashie, you’ll be okay, I love you..”." By now we were all huddled up crying.

"There was a figure in the hall who pulled out a gun, and fired a bullet into my leg. If I would of seen it coming, I would have been able to save her...The figure grabbed Dash by the wing, and dragged her down the hall, striking her every time she tried to struggle..." The five ponies looked just as stricken as I was. We were all crying, and were huddled in a big group.

"...You know how hard it is...when someone you love is being taken away from you. You can hear them screaming, and crying for you. Every time she tried to struggle, the man would put a bullet through Dash’s body..." We were all openly crying now. The saddest part was...none of this was made up.

"It was heartbreaking...even seeing her get hurt like that...Every bullet that passed through her body killed me a little inside….” By now, I was crying so hard, that my breathing was taking forceful sudden breaths, and I had to stop at some points in the story. “The man started to...drive away...I could hear Dashie...screaming, but I saw...the driver turn around, and start...hitting her. All I could hear was crying in the car..." By now, I could tell that the ponies felt just as horrible as I did. They were crying, and huddling with each other. Pinkie was crying the hardest. Rainbow was Pinkie's best friend, so apart from me, she was hurt most of all.

Anyway, Pinkie was crying so hard, she walked up to me, fell over on me, and was hugging me. I embraced it with her, when I felt the others fall on top of her, starting a group hug. We just walked over, and sat on the floor, lying against the couch

It was hard to tell the story because I was crying so hard "The car...was driving off...when...I was bleeding out, which...made me... fall out of the air, and when I landed..." I was openly crying again.

"...When I landed, I could...hear Dashie...screaming for me, and...she sounded...so...scared." I noticed that we were not calming down at all, so I just continued.

"I know this...might be twisted, but....the...the part that killed me every day is the fact that I.......could of..saved her...but I didn't..." Pinkie was no longer hugging me, she had her face buried in my sweater. I could feel her warm tears now. We stopped the group hug, and they knew Pinkie was hurting the most out of all of the ponies. So they backed off, and I comforted her.

We were still crying hard, and I finished the story as best as possible.

"We...searched for a month....we sent 200 units out. They couldn't..find her...... I love her so much...and if....they don't find her.....I'll still always....love her. And.... If the results....come in, and....she's not..." I tried to avoid saying that one word, because it would make everypony cry even harder.
"And...she's......."

It took a while, but the word slipped.

"And If they find her dead... Somewhere...I will find the...killer...and......make him..........." The other four ponies were not crying as hard as pinkie and I, but they were still sobbing pretty hard. Pinkie and I were crying REALLY hard. We could feel each other's tears on ourselves, as we continued to share our emotional pain that was clouding our friendship.
"I want...Dashie back!" Said Pinkie through just as much sorrow and pain as me. "Pinkie...I know it hurts.....but until........she is found...we...just have….to wait."

Pinkie and I were hugging tightly, crying, because we knew Dash was either alive, where she would be suffering, cold, crying, and wanting her home back...or she would not be alive, where she wouldn’t be suffering, but where we would be mournful. I didn't want her to be dead, but I don't want her to suffer in the wilderness, either.

"She's gone, jus' gone! I’m sorry if I caused any pain to her… I loved her like a sister, like I reckon the rest of you do." Said Applejack, through tears. She came over to Pinkie and I, and joined our hug. Rarity came over, she had no comments, but she was still crying really hard. Twilight came over expressionless, crying too. She and Rarity joined the embrace, too. Fluttershy walked over, she was also crying. She came over, and joined the hug. We sat and huddled together for a long time, crying and sobbing.

We probably cried for about two hours, but fell asleep.

I just still can’t believe she’s gone… I know that she might come back...but I hope that if she doesn’t...she can sleep peacefully, and won’t suffer anymore. I don’t know if that will happen, but if she does...I love you..so much.