you broke the [PROMISE] and made me [REALIZE]

[demon]

A sobbing filly wiped blood of a bleeding wound above her leg. It was all too much, just too much to handle. Why was she putting up with all the nonsence? Why hadn't her mother left all those years ago? Sparkling Angel looked up at the two stallions clashing away at each other. It was a familair sitght to her. She saw it all the time. Her sire Dare Devil was a typical stallion like that. If there was no blood, her wasn't interested. Was that why she was covered in the red liquid? Maybe. Maybe it was because Dare Devil had lost and needed someway to vent his anger. She didn't no, but she was tired of it all. Tired of being bossed around. Tired of being worth less then dirt. She was a two year old fily, not a punching bag. Or was she? She really didn't know the answer to that anymore. No, she just didn't. She used to be so sure, But really she had no idea who she was anymore, had she ever? No, she hadn't. She knew her name was Sparkling Angel, but that was it. That was all she knew. And she knew if she stayed here any longer she would never know.

"Sparkling Angel!"

The words filled the air, but the long legged black horse didn't look back. She moved as quickly as her clumsy legs would carry her. She was two years old, but she didn't look it. He legs were longer then she could be and she continually tripped over her own feet. Her ribs shown through her black coat. She could hear the words of her name coming from behind her, but she ignored the bay mare she knew they were coming from. She just kept going, she would never stop, she would nevre look back. She couldn't, she wouldn't. For the life of her. She would never stop, never look back, never question what had happened. It was over, all over. She was safe, as soon as she was out of there.

But where was out of there. There were no borders. There wasn't a fence that would Stop Dare Devil coming after her. There was no way. Would he hunt her down? Would he even notice she was gone? Maybe he would just assume that she had died, she doubted that would matter to her. So she kept running. Though her galloping stride coninually faltered she wouldn't stop. If he wanted to hurt her he would have to find her. That could be hard, she would hide as best she could. But wait, it would be easy for him to find her, she was leaving a trail of blood where ever she went. Oh no, there really wasn't an escape was there? She was stuck, stuck. There was no way out....except....

Suicide?

But that was no good either. That wouldn't work, she wouldn't do it, she couldn't do it. But why not? Because she was scared? No, she was sick and tired of being scared. Surly the after life couldn't be any worse? But there was no escape from it. No after after life. Oh, what was she supposed to do. OUt in the world alone. Most likly with an angered maniac after her. Oh, what was she to do? There was no where to flee. It was impossible, it wouldn't work. But there was no other way. She was hurt along and confused, and there was no way out. It didn't matter what she did, she was trapped. Trapped in a world of deceit and despair.

There was no way out. No sign with bright red letters reading 'EXIT' there just weren't. How she wished there was. She would do anything to escape the pain that she was in. As she kept on running shadows covered the ground. A world of darknedd ulike the oped feild she had just left. The grass felt slightl y dier beneath her feet and she was able to run without stumbling every few steps. Her feet were still rather unsure of themselves, but she managed. There were snake like things that seemed to cover the ground, but they weren't snakes, they weren't alive. She poked it with a heitant hoof. It was the root of a tree. She was in a forest. It seemed like a different world then the one she was used to.

The world of tehe forest seemed oddly comforting. She felt safe for the first time in her life. That was until she heard twig snap that brought her immediatly back to her sences. The young filly must have jumped at least three feet in the air. Of course, it was only a squirrel. Still, she sprinted, falling over roots and logs until in addition to the would she already had ner knees were bleeding from the number of times she had fallen on them. She found a small cave barely big enough for an adult horse to move around comfortable, in there she stayed jumping at even the smallest of sounds.

Three days passed till the youg filly finally ventured out again. The mere want of food and water was what called her out. Quickly she ate and decided to investigate. How could she know if she was safe till she knew where she was. SO he began to explore. Not like a care free little foal wondering what was what. But with a look of sheer horror etched permanantly on her face. But then it began to fade. She started to feel more and more safe as the day progressed. She wasn't confortable, but she stopped shying at the smallest of sounds and managed to stand her ground as a sparrow flew inched infront of her nose.

Something inside her pulled her foward, and she began to walk in a certin direction. She had no idea where she was headed. She didn't know why. She had become so disoriented amoung the trees she had no idea which way she had entered. She wanted to stay and prance, maybe head back to her little cave and take a nap. But something stopped her, so she walked on. Slowly the cover above her began to fade, and suddenly she was at the treeline. She bolted back into the trees as she realized where she was, the exact spot she had dove into the forest. But something, she didn't know what made her leave the shadows of the trees. She walked out into the land she feared so much. Courage, wasn't that the trait that she had always valued so highly? She needed to show some now. So she did as she took her first hesitant steps into the well known.

Just as she started to feel safe she wish she hadn't. Tears fell rapidly down her face as the worst sight she had even seen befell her eyes. Crashing to the ground besides it she cried, tears rolling freely down her black face. There in the grass the body of a bay mare. Her fur was matted with blood and there were bruises shapes like a hoof on her body. Teeth marks scattered her pelt. Anyone would say that she got into a fight, and obviously didn't come out on top. Sparkling Angel how ever knew better. IT was the work of one stallion, so familair to them both. Dare Devil.

That was the day that she swore to never again utter her name. She hoped she would never again hear it. Sparkling Angel was the given to her by her mother. Sacrifice was the only one who ever uttered it. To Dare Devil she was always You, and she couldn't remember ever being called by another horse. The problem was that the filly knew it was her fault. She thought she was doing the brave thing by running, but it was a cowardess act, an act that had caused the death of her mother. No, no, she couldn't live with herself...but what was the answer? Suicide? She had alread thought of that, There was no escape from the torture. Even without Dare Devil there. The pain was mently as well. And so the Filly cried.


No, no, no, she couldn't think about it, she wouldn't htink about it. Something else, anything else. What ever it was she couldn't stand another minute of it. Sh stood, crying. No longer the innocent filly from the momory. Though her battered and scarred pelt told of her past, she was not the same horse. She had lived through that, and now it was over, all over. But it wasn't out of sight out of mind. It was in mind. She could never think of anything else. It hauntd her, she doubted she would ever lead hte life of a normal mare, she wasn't even sure she wanted to. Though the abuse was gone, the pain was very much, there.

It had been a year since then. Her appearance had changed drastically. At that point she had looked younger then her days. her long legs had been too long for her body like that of a horse that had then been half her age. Still, she held the apperance of a horse younger then she was. Though this was her third winter, she appeared to be around two. But the ora around her was that of a much older wiser horse. She had lived through to much to be an innocent, naive filly. That was something she certinly wasn't.

Biting her tongue the tears stopped flowing and she stood four feet planted firmly on the ground. She stretched her neck down, but all of a sudden she was no longer hungry. She had quite lost her appitite. She was well aware that reliving the memory hd made her break into a sweat and that he body was coated in the bile. She wlaked foward to a stream, but splashing in it to cool herself off held no desire. It was cold, the sweat was freezing on her body. Oh, what should she do?

[saosin]

Soosin;;
He'll sweep you off your feet, mend your broken wings,
and carry you away..

I will get to later xxD