Forever Alone

Eclipse cannot find a place where she belongs. No-one seems to want her and no-one seems to need her in their life. Will Eclipse ever find a place where she is truly needed?


7. New York

New York. The city of lights, noise and absolutely no sleeping. Seriously this city just never seems to stop! If I wake up in the middle of the night (that has been often) there always seems to be lights flashing by, people laughing and talking too loudly for a time reserved for sleeping.

My 'solitary confinement' that Daniel was ordered to find, appears to be literally that. The moment that I got to these stables in the relative outskirts of New York City, I was dragged to a stable and pushed in, my gate was slammed shut and I was abandoned until early evening. Just as the sun was slipping down below my windows, a teenage girl came to my stall to change my water and give me some food, before slipping out again, bolting the door behind her. The stall was pretty basic: just a water trough, a hay rack fixed to the wall, a front split door and a back split door. The back door led to a small pen with some grass for grazing and another water trough.

I couldn't believe my luck. I had gone from cameras, dressage's, fashion shows, fame and love to this place. A place where I have seen three people, a half starved cat, a dog sleeping so deeply that it looked dead, a sheep and no horses whatsoever!


The same teenage girl from last night came again to give me food in the morning, change my water again and open up the back door and top of the front one. I peered out to see her doing the same to a stall next door, as she progressively made her way down the stalls, more horses' heads popped out of their stalls to stare at me. The newcomer. I snuck my head back inside and crept over to the corner, as much as I wanted to understand about this place, I hated so many horses staring at me. People were fine, but horses were a no.

I was on the verge of tears (yes, horses can cry) when a human looked in on me huddled in the corner, he was holding a bridle and some rope. I knew this could not possibly be good. He unbolted the door and slipped in, approached me and soothingly began stroking my neck. The man slipped the bridle over my head, whilst continuing to comfort me. I felt safe and good with this man. He tied the rope and pulled me out of the stall. I lowered my head and avoided eye contact with the other horses.

The man led me into a white room with a low platform in the centre. The walls were lined with shelving, a sink, boxes, and hooks draped with coats and blankets. It smelt of a strong anti-bacterial gel that stung my nostrils and hurt my throat when I whinnied. Another man and two women came through a second door on the other side. The man approached my back legs and caused a sharp pain where he moved his hand towards me. I felt a cold liquid run through my body to my head, and I collapsed onto the platform.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...