In front of the mirror, Pinkamena stood, taking out the last band-aids from her body, struggling against their glue pulling her coat.
Finishing that job, she walked out to the hall in the living room direction.

*Why couldn't that idiot wait?*

She spent those last days wishing death and torments to everypony on Equestria. Since that day of punishement against Mane, she never felt like that, like her former evil self. Pinkamena knew she could have finished the stallion right there in his sleep with one cold stab, but instead, she decided to go through a torture session and leaving him to his slow fate.

On her way, she stopped by his door and putted her ear against the door. Death silence. The enraged mare turned around and kicked the door, showing her cruelty, making Mane scream from the other side in horror. He was probably sleeping, and interrupting It made her feel somewhat better,

Diane entered the room, and stopped, gazing the table under the light bulb, with rope parts still tied to It's legs, and some blood splits on the floor along with wooden splints. In the corner of the room, the broken wooden plank she used on her doing.
The really dark blood from Mane made her think, as if It was hypnotizing her. It was darker than normal, which made her question between some details she read between the lines.

A knock on a door broke her concentration. She walked fast to Mane's door and waited, but nothing...
Then she walked down the hall, and in It's end, she activated the mechanisms opening the secret door. She peeked, and nopony to be found besides herself, and in the floor, a small box and a letter.
Pinkamena picked a crowbar from behind the door, and putting It between the wooden boards, she opened It without any difficulties, and the content made her drop her jaw in surprise and random factor.

Bits! Loads of them!
She rushed to open the letter demanding answers, there was too much going on in her head.

Pinkamena couldn't hardly believe in just what she just read. Looked into the box full of money to check if she wasn't hallucinating.
She took a second read to the letter, and this time noticing something she didn't read:

Suddenly, Diane snapped and ran inside the basement, shocking against Mane's door in a huge try to open It.
No use, she needed the key. She ran back and forth around the underground house throwing everything in the air in a desperate hope to find It quick. Not in the bedroom, nor the living room, much less in the bathroom or the other divisions.

*Think Diane! Think! Where the fuck you put the key?!* - She stopped to think, and the kitchen was nor searched.

She rushed to the kitchen in panic, opening shelves and throwing the cutlery in the air. Opening shelves and shoving the pots and other stuff away making them fall. And in the end, she found the key in the most convenient place, on top of the new fridge.
She smiled, and running back to Mane's door, she unlocked, opened the room and turned the lights on in hopes of finding him alive, which luckily he was, but she stumbled in a scenario that almost made her disgorge her lunch, even though she was used to those scenes, that one was beyond her level.

The room was stinking so bad that a fly would not even survive. There were pools of dry blood on the walls and floor, so dark just like the blood she saw on the other room, and in a corner, piss stains on the walls and excrement.
In the corner facing the door curled against the wall, Mane seated on the blood stained mattress, covering his eyes from the light due to It's deprivation in those days and nights, where the sleep suppression made the damage to his sanity.
Mane's hair and tail was even messier, and his jacket covered in dust. His healthy body was now skeletal from starving, even to the point where he lost some of his grey color making him more light, and all covered in bloody bandages, and wounds. Some were closed in a scar, and some were moist and open, probably infected.

"P-please... do I-It quick-k..." - He begged dragging his raspy voice.

"I'm not here for that!" - She exploded into tears in her blue eyes.

Mane slowly lowered his arm, revealing his tired green bloodshot eyes surrounded in eye bags from the sleepless nights, in fear of expecting a final blow from Pinkamena.

"I'm so sorry Mane!" - She screamed.

"Urghh..." - He moaned.

"What?!"

His only answer was another raspy moan, and she realized. Pinkamena ran and came back with a glass of water.
But by the time she came back, Mane was with his head on the red floor, and moments later she noticed he wasn't breathing or emitting any sound. She poked him, no reaction.

"Mane..?"
...

"Mane!" - She grabbed him by his jacket and started shaking him frenetically - "MANE! WAKE UP! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I'M REALLY SORRY!"

His head followed the moves while she was wagging him back and forth in hopes, and no response from the colt.
She dropped him, with her mind going one thousands miles per hour, she ran away through the hall yelling her lungs out.

"FUCK!!! FUCK! FUck! Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck..."

And her voice faded through the hall...

Author's Notes:

Miracles can happen. You make them happen, or by a freak accident...