Vinson wrote:Username: Vinson
Show Name: I Love The Way You Hurt Me
Name: Elijah
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Blood Bay (Ee/AA)
Age: six years
Height: 14 hh
Sad Story: 467 words
"Papa, no! You can't sell him, he's my horse!" The girl cried out, tugging on her father's sleeve. "Darling, we can't afford to keep him, and a nice lady is going to buy him. Don't you remember when we visited their stables?" "Yes, papa, but he's my horse! You promised! And I don't want to sell him!" She had broken down into tears now, and they ran down her face in streams. The little colt watched them, unsure of what was happening. He had heard the word sell before, but he didn't know its meaning. But his Elizabeth was very clearly distressed, and he didn't like to see her that way. Upon entering the barn she had nearly broken down, holding his little halter, really made for a donkey, but it fit his face. He turned his head a bit at this. Where was he going? Elizabeth was sad. Was she going with him? He hoped so. She had raised him when his mother had to be sold. He heard that word, sold, and a strange man took her. He had been confused, crying out for his mother, but she followed the man leading her away. She was a faithful horse, and he sniffed at thinking of her. Elizabeth was now crouched in front of him, sniffling and still crying softly. "Elijah," was all she managed to get out before she broke down again, lurching forward and pulling his little body towards hers, quietly nickering, he wedged his petite face under her chin, and shivered when me of her tears dripped onto his face. There was a strange, almost burning sensation, and he squealed a bit, alerting Elizabeth, who gazed at him melancholically. "Papa, look, he's crying too," she sniffed, pointing out a new blood bay spot on his face. He couldn't see it, but Elizabeth could, and she said he was crying. Did the burning spot look like a tear?
"Papa, please! I need him, he's my friend! Papa, please don't sell Elijah!" She pleaded, crumpled on the ground as her tears marred her beautiful face, her black hair sticking to her cheeks. It would do no good. Her father had sold him already, and now he had to deliver the foal. "Elizabeth, I already told you. We don't have enough money to feed him! He would starve!" Now Elijah was confused. He was being taken away, away from his Elizabeth. He screamed and kicked, turning back to face her. Tears welled up in her eyes once more as her father picked up the distraught colt, placing him in the trailer and closing the doors harshly. "No! No, you can't take him! Papa, please, no!" She screamed as he got in the car and drove away, the colt still screaming as he kicked at the doors.