I stared at the Knife. It was so inviting, so welcoming. I could almost hear it calling out to me, perhaps I've developed the ability to communicate with kitchenware too. So enticing, the exit to all this pain and suffering, one little slit of the throat is all it takes, unless pony anatomy has dramatically changed since collage.
All my friends will miss me, I know they care and only want to see me happy. I want to see them happy too, from above without my worthless self to get in the way. My friends, heh, whichever ones I have left anyways. I never really knew where Discord went, oh well I suppose it doesn't matter anymore, nothing will matter anymore! Now how to handle this...
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Fluttershy lay on the floor, using both her hooves to hold the knife point right above her throat. Glee and anticipation was bubbling up in her. Then she became a train wreck and started sobbing.

Oh Celestia, what am I doing?! This isn't the answer! I've gotta see Twilight, no, Guardian! He's always been sort of a counselor for me! Yes! But wait... what about the nightmares? No! I can't do the nightmares anymore! Please somepony help me...SOMEPONY HE--

Fluttershy was cut off when the knife slipped from her hooves and plunged in her neck.

Author's Notes:

I just simply couldn't resist.

Made this short and sweet and just too anxious to get this posted.

What comes next will be emotional, yes it will be one of THOSE.