Her inner demons

When I want to think of something nice the picture i get in my mind is...

A meadow. Lush green grass flickering in the breeze. Flowers of all colours glisten in the warm sunlight. Tall shadows loom over the clover patches. An almost golden glow glares down upon the backs of the horses who take refuge within the clearing. Their occasional snorting makes butterflies take flight.

Dandelion seeds take to the sky as the breeze lifts them up. Cheerful laughing echo's through the meadow as a young girl skips after the dandelion seeds. She breathes in the sweet fragrant smell of flowers and horses. She walks over to a beautiful creamy horse, a "Palomino". He reaches his head down and nuzzles the child. He follows her over to a fallen tree. He gracefully leaps onto his back. They gallop together throughout the meadow. No ropes holding back the magnificent power of the creature beneath her. The horse's hooves drum rhythmically on the ground.

Suddenly it all goes dark. The flowers and grass wither up. The sun disappears behind ginormous black clouds. All is quiet apart from the shuffling of horses feet on the now dusty deceased ground. The palomino horse stops running. He reaches down and sniffs the ground. He flares his nostrils as they fill up with stale air and dust.

The land once alluring and exquisite had become a barren, arid wasteland. The girl shivers. She wraps her arms around the palomino's neck to keep warm. The other horses smell her fear. Their eyes glint with red and their coats turn as black as the night sky. They pin their ears back and paw at the ground. The palomino snorts and defensively stands his ground, protecting the small girl on his back from any harm.

The menacing beasts stare at the palomino and his precious cargo, the last remaining light in the meadow. They charge forward. Aiming to kill. The palomino rears up, throwing the girl behind him in an effort to save her from what was to come. He throws himself at one of the dark horses. Crimson red blood gushes out of his shoulder as dark horse tears through his flesh with its teeth. Screams of pain echo throughout the meadow.

The girl picks herself up and limps steadily over to the palomino who continues to stand his ground through his pain, eyeing up his attackers suspiciously. She places her hand on his shoulder. A tear slides down her cheek and lands on the dirt by her feet.

She smiles looking up at the sky.

The clouds move away letting the sun through. The grass grows backs and everything is suddenly alive, restored to its original condition. The dark horses return to their peaceful selves and continue to munch on the juicy grass as if nothing had even occurred.

The palomino nuzzles the girl's arm as if to thank her for ridding the land of this beast that had possessed the land.

The girl threw her arms around the horse's neck and breathed in his sweat horsey smell. She had defeated the demons inside her head.