Pitfall: Rainbow Dash's Fatal Overdose

>Equestria Mean Time: 3:19 AM
>Rainbow Dash empties the remaining contents of a transparent orange bottle onto her nightstand
>Label: METHYLPHENIDATE IR 20mg
>18, 19, then 20 pale orange pills
>She spends a minute crushing two pills to dust against the nightstand with a silver spoon
>She then uses the spoon to scrape the powder into a singuar straight line
>A tear rolls down her face as she rolls a paper scrap into a narrow tube
>"One to ease the pain, one to stay sane"
>A sharp inhale immediately displaces the drug into her left nostril

>The immediate warm rush put a wide grin upon her face, though she continued to softly cry
>She closed her eyes
>She laid back down on her bed
>Memories of being a filly
>Innocent and pure
>Hangouts with grade school friends
>Now they've moved on
>The places, the thrills
>Nobody else remembered
>Rainbow Dash started sliding after school was over
>Chasing a new thrill
>The thrill in the orange bottle

>The sudden discomfort from the involuntary clenching in her jaw brought her back from the dreamscape
>The truth remained
>They were all gone
>Moved onto greater pursuits
>Slowly fading away from a pony they didn't know anymore
>Solace rested in the orange bottles
>Doses by the dozen
>Without anyone to confide in or spend time with, captivation only came in the form of an orange circle

>Enter Raindow Dash: September 2nd 2014, 3:43 AM

>The rush is dying
>Much like the hopes and dreams of a pony shattered by her own desire
>18 left
>Enough for the whole week
>But oh, imagine the thrill of it all at once!
>The synergy, the harmony
>The utmost, constant sheltering of grace and peace
>Yes, and godspeed at that

>Three hundred and forty-five seconds later
>There on the nightstand perches the pale orange trail
>It was beautiful, smooth-edged and straight
>Roll, displace, exhale
>What had she just done

>Was it intentional?
>She couldn't tell
>Maybe it was a subconcious reflex from some dark corner of her mind
>She could tell after only 5 minutes that the door was closing
>Instead of the sobbing grief she would have expected, she simply smiled even bigger than before
>Laid down, eyes shut
>At long last, the nostalgiac feel of sheer euphoria
>Come and find me, Reaper

>Time of death: 4:26 AM

>Long Live Rainbow Dash

>Long Live content happiness