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Chapter Five: Progress

The dirt hill got better. I ended up climbing it by myself.

Every day got better since then. Striker and I ended up making a plan that was bound to work, Emma and I have made progress, I feel closer to her than ever before and I'm somewhat sad of the thought of leaving her. On the days that I do act up, I can see the sadness in her eyes. I know that me leaving will hurt her, but I also know that I have to be true to myself. 

I'm in the pasture now, grazing next to Striker, like I have been doing for the past week. We are finishing up the 'What if's' in our plan.

"What if the ranch owners decided to cement the fences before then?" Striker asked as he lifted his head from the obviously good patch of grass that he was eating.

"Then we hop over it instead of knocking it down." I explained, not looking up. Striker seemed to agree with my answer because he lowered his head and continued eating. 

"What about Lovely," Striker suddenly asked," She will miss you. We both know it." 

His question took me off guard, I haven't talked about my dam or to my dam since the accident.  

"Lovely isn't worth my time," I huffed,"Remember how she was the one who put me out for two months? She came up with the idea. She screwed me up. It wasn't Raye, sure, Raye inflicted the pain, but my dam probably planned with Raye to do so. My dam-"I paused, I wasn't going to give her honor that she doesn't deserve by calling her dam. "Lovely would care about me leaving like how she cares about the seasons changing. In her words 'It comes and it goes. If it doesn't come, who will notice. If it doesn't go, who will notice.' That's how much she would care."

"Alright, alright. Breathe Moon. Don't hurt yourself before we leave. Then we wont be able to leave." Striker whispered slowly, nuzzling his velvety nose into my mane.

"Okay, okay." I took a deep breathe, letting the cool autumn air fill my lungs. 

"Could you at least talk to her?" When I glared at Striker he continued very softly,"For me? Please?" The softness in his voice made it evident that he once had to do the same thing.

I blew snot out of my nostrils,"Fine. I'm not promising that I'll be kind to her though."

"That's understandable. Alright, you should go and talk to her now, before the humans take you back to your stall." I could sense a hint of regret in his voice when he talked about me leaving the pasture. I nodded in understanding, we didn't like our stalls. We liked the pasture where we could see the sky change moods and colors.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts,"Alright, I'll go and talk to her."                                                         Limping over to Lovely, I thought about which side I should approach her on. Her blind side or her seeing side?

Whatever, it's a stupid side. Who cares. 

I decided to go up on her blind side, it scared her when I touched her withers, making Lovely just up in fear.

"Calm down Lovely, its just Moon." I said it an I-don't-care-to-be-here voice.

She turned her face so she  could actually see me," Hello Moon." She moved her muzzle, trying to touch my withers, but I moved before she could do so,"Okay I understand Moon. Your upset."

"Upset? UPSET! Lovely! I'm not just upset! You made me get hurt! You ADVISED me to get hurt! I'm never going to forgive you! NEVER!" I screamed. Yes, I lost it. Can you blame me? I haven't talked to her in two months. And I've been angry at her for two months. 

"I understand,Moon, really I do-" Lovely tried to defend.

"You do?" I snorted," If you understood what I was going through you would have tried to approach me. But you didn't. Instead you left me to fend for myself. My hurt heart, my pride, my everything. And you legitimately turned your blind eye. Sure, maybe you couldn't see me, but I'm willing to bet my life that you heard my cries of pain every-time the sisters walked me. Every time that the vet came to check on my bruises and stitches. Every time he had to give me a shot and stick a long needle in my neck. And you still didn't care." I hope Lovely didn't see the small amount of water that formed in my eyes.