Midnight and Dakota - a horse story

by Zuhaira
(South Africa)

Chapter 1

“‘Come on let's go, boy.’ I hear myself say as I jump onto his back. I squeeze my legs against his stomach.

I feel his beautiful brown mane in my hands. I feel the freedom as we gallop in the beautiful countryside.

Suddenly he stumbles and stops. I get off his back to see what happened. I walk him around in a circle and notice that he is limping. I feel his front right leg, and he neighs with pain.

I take out my cell and call the vet and my dad. When they arrive, they looked at him. The vet pulls my dad aside to speak with him.

I hear him say, “I am very sorry but Midnight’s situation is bad. It will cost a fortune to do an operation on him and it might not even work. The best thing to do is to put him down.”

“No, you can’t do that!” I scream.

“Emily, wake up.”

“Hi, Mom” I groan.

“Dreaming again?”

“Yes.”

After I wake up fully I see my mom sitting on the edge of my bed.

“I miss him,” I say softly.

“Me too, sweetie” my mom answers sympathetically.

“It was my fault. I should have known not to ride him.”

“Are you ever gonna accept the fact that it wasn’t your fault?”

“But it was my fault. I noticed that he was limping slightly.”

“You know, you’ll sooner or later realize that accidents happen. No matter how bad they are.”

“But I killed Midnight.”

“Listen, you have to get over it, it has been 4 months already.”

“I know mom,” I reply

“Get some sleep, okay? Good night,” she says getting up.

I cannot sleep so I get up, go to my cupboard and take out a box labeled Midnight. I open the box and take out a notebook and a pen. I start writing whatever is on my mind.

“Dear Midnight, I miss you. I don’t know how I can ever forgive myself. It was my fault. I knew and I ignored it. I wish you were here. I dreamt again tonight. The same dream. It keeps on coming, and I have no clue how to avoid it. It is just there, just like the fact that I killed you. I am so sorry. I don’t know what to do without you. My heart is empty without you.”

I then take out a locket with a piece of his mane hair. I smell it. The smell of him is very faint. I kiss it and put it back into the box.

Thereafter I take out a flip file with the name Midnight printed on it. It was my photo book of him. I flip through it, remembering all the memories I had of him.
Tears start flowing down my face. I take my pillow and hug it.

After a while, I put the flip file back in the box, because I start feeling my eyelids closing.


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