Looka said, in a quiet voice... But, that voice was screaming even if it was quiet. The quietest of voices had the greatest impact, and felt the most of emotion.

"...The weapon had hit me, and I knew I would have a scar. I whimpered very loudly, as I couldn't do much else. My eyes shut tightly when the weapon hit, and my ears flattened all the way down, along with my tail. "Shut up, mutt!" The female pony threatened. The weapon hit me once more, and I kept my eyes shut. My whimper was just as loud, but I tried to shut my snout. When the weapon hit me each time, I bit my tongue, as I screamed inside of my mouth so it was just muffled. Each time my voice got louder, the weapon got harder and sharper.

The weapon hit me throughout the night, and wouldn't stop. The pain lasted all night... My screams finally stopped because I had nothing left to scream...

I deserved this, right?" Looka paused, and looked at a near by tree that had been covered in snow. The snow gracefully fell off of the tree, one by one... Though, the process was slow.

"Once that night was over, I stayed in the barn... Actually, I was locked inside of the barn. The two ponies left, and they got some rest. While I, on the otherpaw... Was alone.

I planned to escape. There was no point in me being there. I was just a mistake, and I was doing a favor for everyone. Though, I would like to have taken Scoff with me... I couldn't. I needed to save him, but I couldn't. I was just a runt. I would come back for him though... Someday.

My plan was figured out, and I knew my escape."