Why am I here in this double-decker trailer along with 300 other horses?
Why did you sell me to a killer?
I thought you loved me! I loved you!
I listened to you the best I could! I thought I was doing great!
But I guess a birthday present gets old after 2 years.
You'd rather hang out with your friends than visit me.
Your parents decided to sell me and you didn't object.
I'm confused and sad that you no longer wanted me.
Now I'm on my way to Death along with these other unwanted souls.
Some smell terrible and won't get up.
They've already died from lack of food and water.
I wish that would happen to me or at least we get into a wreck.
It would be better than the torture to come.
It's been days and still no one has stopped to feed us or give us water. The survivors drop from 300 to 221.
It reaks of death in this suffocating atmosphere.
After a few more days and 23 more dead horses later, we arrive at the Death.
Why did these Nazi's take us here?
I see nothing wrong with these horses, especially the foals!
Their lives have just started and now they will end.
Why did you send me to this, the horse's Holocaust?
I keep praying for something to happen, to spare us of the awaiting torture, but no mercy is shown.
They open the door and we pile out.
We are nothing but skin and bone.
The sunlight hurts my eyes because I was used to the almost dark conditions.
My nostrils flare as I pick up the scent of Death and blood. Innocent blood.
Some guys in rubber boots and other weird clothing literally drag me to a "stall".
I can't walk anymore, so I feel concrete brush against my cherry bay, short fur and into my skin. It hurts badly!
They push me into the stall-like prison. I am forced to stand, even though I don't even have the will too.
I can remember a time where I was loved and where I was free.
I'd gallop around, my black mane and tail flying behind me like rippeling flags in the wind.
Now my tail and mane are horrendous lokking and so is the rest of my body.
As I snap out of my thoughts, I feel a blunt object hit me on the withers. I fall from the blow.
What's happening to me?
Then I feel it hit my back, then finally my head.
It's purpose was to knock me out, but all it did was make my head bleed.
I'm once again dragged across the cold, hard, bloodied concrete.
Then I feel myself being raised up into the air a little by my back hoof.
One of the guys comes towards me, knife in hand.
I feel the cold, metal blade go across my neck.
Then I feel my warm soul trickle, then flow out in red onto the floors.
I feel it fill my nostrils as I try to breath.
Finally i can't so I close my eyes as my heart stops.
My soul is just one of millions or billions to stain the floors of this Death camp.
I thought you loved me?
Why'd you let me die like this?
Why was I here?
To be another lost soul? |
Submission Name: Why Am I Here?
