10-07-2018, 02:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-08-2018, 12:12 PM by Jack in the Box.)
Jack stands under dense greenery feeling the mid summers breeze blow through his thick, tangled black mane which hasn’t been touched since the last time he was with his owner. His owner, boy does he miss her. She would give him treats and she knew where he loved to be scratched, right under his chest between his front legs. He sighs softly, looking at a small spring, seeing his reflection staring back at him. “It’s better off being wild,” He mumbles to himself, trying to get the plaguing thought of wanting to go back to the humans out of his mind.
He closes his eyes for a moment, only to immediately be bombarded with memories of the abuse on the tracks, off the tracks, and then the barn fire. He jumps and opens his eyes instantly, taking heavy breaths, feeling his heart beating out of his body. “It was only a memory, it’s only a memory,” he chants to himself almost like a mantra.
There’s no doubts that his past has traumatized him, but it’s how he deals with those memories is what matters and how he goes forward with life. But what was life to him without being loved and feeling important to anyone?
Kypria
He closes his eyes for a moment, only to immediately be bombarded with memories of the abuse on the tracks, off the tracks, and then the barn fire. He jumps and opens his eyes instantly, taking heavy breaths, feeling his heart beating out of his body. “It was only a memory, it’s only a memory,” he chants to himself almost like a mantra.
There’s no doubts that his past has traumatized him, but it’s how he deals with those memories is what matters and how he goes forward with life. But what was life to him without being loved and feeling important to anyone?
Kypria