Pinkie Pie Cries Novels & Stories

Emily poured herself another glass and gulped it down. Little Pumpkin had just woken up from his nap. He sat silently at the dining table, watching his pretty noona poutily. Why was his pretty noona acting like that? He had heard from someone that people drank alcohol when they were sad or happy. But it seemed like his noona was sad. Why was she sad? A tear escaped from Little Pumpkin's eye. He sniffed and got down from the chair, walking towards the landline and raising the receiver to his ear.

she cried My body couldn't take the pain as it doubled, I was suddenly exhausted and my vision became blurry. "Hunter is hurt," Pinky cried out, dropping her phone on the table loudly, jerking me away from the door of unconsciousness. "WHERE ARE THEY?" "I don't know, they only said they're on their way," I inhaled a large amount of air just to keep breathing. My breathing became hitched and I could see stars aligning in front of me. "Barbara, please," Pinky yelled. "Please,"