The Things I've Seen
Some lost their homes. Others, their children.
I lost my life.
When I laid there, dying, nobody paid me any attention, save the one who loved me. I had risked my life multiple times, spent years in training, experienced pain, humiliation, and loss . . . and nobody cared. Nobody . . . Except Him.
I'll start off my tale from when I first met Him. I was in Liverpool at the time, traveling with a few of my friends and the man that cared for us. Our course, my separation from my mother had been painful. Why do humans wish to do that to us? Take us from our dams so early in life so we can be trained to slave away to them? I was not even a year old when they ripped me from her warm side.
Oh, how I screamed that night.
Then came the metal, the restricting harnesses, the rough hands. It all came so fast. Soon I was dumped in this pen, to have people poke, prod, and stretch me. They touched me like I had no nerves, no feelings – like I was just a senseless object. When I tried to tell them they were making me uncomfortable or hurting me, they simply slapped me and walked away.
Even to this day, I can't believe what cruel creatures men are...
Sorry, just a blurb to get started – I haven't written anything in a looong time, so please be nice! More shall follow, I promise dearies.
