[size=1]I can't escape this hell
So many times i've tried
But i'm still caged inside
Have you ever felt a fear so terrible that almost your whole life you have kept to yourself? The fear haunts you day and night? Every time you close your eyes you see it again? My heart pounds out of my chest, I prance on the spot, optics wide, showing their whites. The horse trailer was literally fifty degrees, the high temperature frightened me, not because it was new, it brought back the fear I had felt only two years before. I tugged at my lead, like I had two years ago. My cries echoed, like they had. My desperate attempts to free myself had proven useless, like they had.
Every time I closed my eyes, I was back there, in that memory. I hated people. I hated horses. I hated life. Not because it was bad necessarily, because I lived in terror every day, because every time I slept the memory was back. I shivered slightly, fear overwhelming me. I felt exhausted. Flashbacks kept occurring. By now you must be mystified, why was I so traumatized?
Two years before,
The sun shone brightly like it would never leave. It hadn't left in fact for several days, everything was dry as Seattle went through a heat spell. Everybody thought rain was coming tomorrow, but for seven tomorrows they were wrong. The grass was dying, you could almost hear their helpless cries for water. All the horses were blanketless and still sweating. Water was low, we had limits to how much water we were allowed to use. The hot and dry weather was growing tiring. Horses were restless from lack of exercise, it was too hot to ride. We were all so tired of the sun. Night came and the heat still refused to leave us. The grooms who slept in the barn had to refill our water pails frequently, our thirst never relented. One of them, whom was called Jack, we hated. His voice was always angry and rough and he beat us.
Never once was he caught. On top of that, he smoked and always smelt of tobacco smoke which was a horrid smell. Well it just so happened that Jack was trying to quit, he was working this night. His quitting wasn't going too well, he started to smoke on and off, when he was smoking he couldn't seem to get enough. He began to smoke in the barn. While dropping hay he was smoking, too lazy to through away the cigarette butt he stomped it into the wood flooring of the hay loft. Within minutes the hay loft was ablaze. Only two grooms were working this night, normally it was three but one had fallen ill. When the fire crept down to the grooms quarters they finally notice, frantically releasing the upset horses. Now picture this. You are stuck, can't get out, nearest to the end of the aisle, you will be let out last. That was me, frightened out of my mind and stuck. It was an absolute terror.
The fire expanded, it was growing closer and closer. I could feel the extreme heat, I panicked desperately kicking at the stall door. The wood splintered but I still couldn't get out. Jack and the other groom were running down the aisle, a little over half of the horses were free. By the time they would reach my stall it'd be ablaze. You might ask, why would they not notice I had fire all around me? The fire was everywhere, there was no escape. A piece of wood fell from the ceiling and set my door into flames. I panicked in complete and utter terror. Every second the fire was closer. I was burning and it was a couple feet away. The heat was so intense that it was burning me, the smoke so bad that it hurt to keep my optics open. Finally I broke the stall door, but fire blocked my path.
I would have to die or get burned severely. I was terrified, literally surrounded in a ring of fire. I had no choice, I attempted to jump the fire, only managing to get severely burned, in my terror I ran out of the stable, heat nipping at my coat. Outside fire fighters soaked the barn, I kept running literally blinded in fear. I ran, out onto the road, I ran to the lights only stopping when pain and exhaustion brought me down. There, on the side of the road I lay, large splinters of wood gouging my front legs, burns covering my coat.
In the trailer I kicked at the metal walls, desperately trying to escape. In my mind, fire was coming. I would die if I did not escape, luckily for me the trailer stopped and humans tranquilized me, the only way they'd be able to lead me out of the metal box. Within minutes I was completely drugged, head hanging low and feet dragging. The med wasn't a very heavy one however and it would wear off soon, the med just gave them enough to to attempt to make me look decent.
Into the auction ring I went, looking like a skeleton. Scars from burns littered my coat, one large scar down my leg from the splinters. I had additional spots on my coat where I had been burnt but hair grew over, they were white or light brown. I was ugly. My face was thin and had a large scare hidden under my thick forelock. Allow me to gain weight and I might be able to look half decent. I had a thick mane and tail, long legs and okay conformation. Throwing my dial I cantered sideways, spooking at all the people that surrounded me. Sweat foamed at my coat. The crowd gasped at the look of me, some tearing up, others shaking their heads.
"Here we have Speak of the Devil, or Diablo. Certainly a suiting name. Purebred Peruvian Paso, was in a terrible fire. Six years old, had two months professional training in english as a three year old, showed in around two shows as a four year old before the fire. No one has been able to get near him, let alone on him since. Asking four hundred."
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I can't escape..., And I've tried so hard..
