Taken from Home

"No! No!" I whinnied, tugging and pulling on my lead rope. But to the humans who led me, I was completely misunderstandable. My little golden hooves dug into the earth as the two men pulled my little foal body away from my calling mother. I threw my head around, baby blue eyes filled with terror and dispair. This wasn't happening...it couldn't be happening! My fuzzy flaxen made and tail were ruffled and tangled with my efforts to escape from these horrible men. They just couldn't take me away from my mother...not now, not ever! I was only a day old! I couldn't survive in the world!

"Come on you little brat," one of the men said as he nearly tossed me into the trailer. "We're giving a petty little thing like you out for auction!"

"No!NO! Mama! HELP!" I cried, kicking as the trailer doors shut behind me. I flailed and kicked, but nearly toppled over as the trailer suddenly began moving.

"Mama! Mama!" I called, trying to rear in order to get one last look at her...but I couldn't reach the window. That was it...it was all over. I would never see my dear mother, the mare who I had only known for a day, ever again.

The Auction House

"And over here, we have this dashing filly," the auctioner called out. A large man dragged me into the auctioning corral. "She is a pretty little fellow, ain't she? Just look at that silky pink coat, her white highlighted flaxen tresses, and that beautiful symbol of purple irises on her hindquarters!"

I pranced nervously around the man, kicking up my tiny golden hooves in fright at the sound voice of the auctioner.

"And just look at how spirited she is!" The evil man added, grinning towards his crowd. "Let's start the bidding at $100!"

"$200!"
"$350!"
"$375!"

The numbers were cried out in a blurr, all bidding money for me. The bidding finally stopped at $900, and a man came by and took me to his trailer. He grinned down at me as he tied me into the back.

"You're a fine little filly," he said. "I'm sure you'll be a great gift to my daughter."

The Devil Herself

As the trailer pulled into my new home, and I was lead out of it, I was shown a muddy, wet, run down shack...my new home. I stared in shock, only brought back as I heard the sound of a girl's voice.

"Daddy, is that my new pony?" She demanded, walking up to us. "Hmm, she's okay, I guess. I'll call her Dianna."

She grabbed my lead rope and nearly dragged me into the corral. She tied me to a fence post and grabbed a saddle blanket, almost throwing it onto my back. This, of course, scared me half to death, and I kicked it off, hopping to the side. CRACK! I squealed in horror and yanked back on my lead rope as the leather on the whip met my delicate skin.

"Bad, Dianna!" The girl screamed, shaking the whip in my face. I was so scared, snorting uneasily and turning about in the hands of my horrible owner. The girl growled at my before throwing the saddle blanket on me again. I once agian bucked it off, rearing as she jolted towards me with the whip. CRACK! Another painful squeal emerged from my muzzle as my hindquarters began to bleed a little from two direct hits. I snorted again, baby blue eyes wide in fear and hatred. The girl yanked at my halter continuously, and I responded in snorts, rears, and squeals, only to get more leather burning my sides and hindquarters.

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That night was a long one. There was no bedding for me to rest on, and I hadn't eaten since the auction. I just stood there, halter on, in the mud, having to move every few minutes because of the mud. I snorted, legs beginning to feel weak from my day of beating, my body burning in pain. The blood on my hindquarters, sides, and legs was finally beginning to dry.

I sighed, looking out the small window into the night, wondering where my poor mother was. My mother. I missed her so much, and I missed my old home. Here, I wasn't cared for, not even given the least bit of water since I had gotten here.

But once morning came, I knew this new way of life was going to become the most of it. It was not a dream, but a nightmare ; not a fantasy, but a reality ; not a wish, but a curse. I was to obey my master, or face the burning pain of her whip...there was no way out.

Two Long Years

My life was now nothing but pain, misery, and pointless. My pale pink coat was raggy, missing in some places, my ribs were clear as fresh water, and was nothing but an off grey. I was covered in scares from my beatings, and my golden hooves had lost their shine...now chipped and oozing with thrush. My once silky mane and tail were now rugged and messed up, missing a large bunch of hair in some areas. My golden horn had lost it's shimmer, and it's edges were chiped. My baby blue eyes were sad and lifeless, simply awaiting the beating of the next day. The halter from foalhood remained on my head, so tight that it would never come off...but worst of all, my skin had begun to grow over it, the process was painful, making my skin tender and easily breakable. I was a wreck, and I knew it as well. I had given up all hope on ever being free...given up hope on all humans, others were no different than my master. She beat me, most of the time for no reason at all...her father beat me when he was angry, and her brother beat me for sheer enjoyment of my pain.

The door to the small rundown shack opened, and the girl came in, glaring at me.

"How could he ground me?!" She screamed, grabbing her whip. I snorted nervously, half rearing and backing into the wall of the shed. I knew what was about to happen...another pointless beating because she was angry. Master lifted her whip and brought it down on my face, hard. The pain was unexplainable, and I let out a loud squeal in shock.

"Shut up, Dianna!" She screamed, ramming the whip into my sides. "You're nothing but a useless beast! A horrible, nasty, completely carefree horse! You deserve to be beat while I have the hard life!"

She delivered one last whip to my leg before throwing the snake down and slamming the door behind her. I stood, once again alone. My legs shook with weakness, my face and body was streaked with blood. I let out a long sigh, daring to move my legs to walk to a different section of the shack. My hooves slipped over the rocks and mud, and I was close to falling. My eyes welled with tears as I laid down on a piece of wood, the only nice place to lie. I looked out the window to the cloudy skies, wishing, praying for anyone's life but mine. Why? What? What had I done to deserve such a life of misery and pain? Why had I been picked for such a nightmare? Tears mixed with the blood on my cheeks as I laid my head down, drifting off into a deep slumber.

God Does Care, Because He Sent an Angel

It was one of my rare days out to pasture...not that it was any better. I hardly had the energy to even walk, and there wasn't a bit of grass...just mud, rocks, and a few thistles. I stood at the edge of the fence, letting my head lay across the metal railing. No, I didn't care it was raining. I just watched as the droplets landed and stung my face and body, trying to ignore each blow of pain.