She felt dizzy, every inch of her body aches as though pins had been slammed into her skin. Something was running down the side of her head, forcing her eyes to close so it would not run through her lashes. She couldn't feel her leg, her toes wiggling granting a sigh of relief, good, she can move them at least...
The smell of dust flooded her senses like a unrelenting storm. The howling winds outside causing the creaks and groans of debris to echo through her skull in taunting laughter. Each snap another count down to her death. Her shoulder joining in the harmony in snaps, her brain finally waking up, screaming at her that she was in a great deal of pain. As though something was pulling at her wrist with all it's strength to yank it away from her.

Still, she was alive. There was air in her lungs so she had to get out, her memory finally piecing together the events that caused her situation like a clouded puzzle finally clearing. She was riding....she was riding the new horse..."Sweetie?"
The weight on her leg. The crushing feeling of being trapped, only now did she hear the pained sighs that wheezed in and out like a raspy wind on window panes. Hand reaching to feel a luscious mane only came back to feel torn skin in a once smooth coat, warm crimson stick to her locks in clumps that knotted and protested to the beauty that was to frame the creature's face.

Hands feeling down the twitching sides, she slowly unclasped the saddle. A great sigh that was all too forced greeted her. The tapestry of wounds and disjointed vertebra continued till she reached what was supposed to be the back withers, only to meet sharp jagged metal that caressed her fingers like rusty knifes, only adding to marks that decorated what was supposed to be porcelain skin that now took to a dusted shade of dirt.

Her filly was crushed, instead of kicking and thrashing, fighting for the gift of life that was lying just out of reach. The young spry creature simply laid in the grave that had been so intricately crafted for her. "You're not dying on me..." Her own voice was as hoarse, rasped against the crumbling walls of her cords. "You're gonna pull through this...Sweet tea...."

It felt like days till she heard someone. Her hand carefully caressing the filly as she laid her matted hair against the now knotted mane. Crimson running down her eye and to her chin that she did not bother to whip with her blood stained hands. The rickety rise and fall of Sweet Tea's side the only indication the life still clung to the broken body that trapped her.

"Hey! Anyone in there!?"

A small cry escaped Sweet Tea, yet the filly did not dare rise her head at the new voice. It sounded like the sweetest note at that time. Help, yes, a rescuer had come to help. "See hun, you're gonna pull through this."

With all that was left in her lungs she shouted, causing not a stir from her horse. "We're here! Please, my horse is stuck!" The sight inside seemed to be the pinical of any super hero's sob story. A blind woman trapped beneath her new horse with no where to go. "Please...."
Her voice breaking she sniffled up her tears, cradling the Filly's neck with the care one would give to a bride. Laying her head down to ease her companion, only to get no response...