Make Me Wanna [CLOSED]

[CHLOE ROSE SUMMERS]

You make me wanna die
I'll never be good enough

Head pulsed and every sound seemed to be increased by ten fold. A sick feeling washed over the girl as she had finally stepped out of her bed around noon. Feelings like this weren't unusual to her anymore. She'd made a habit of her alcohol binges back in at her old boarding school. It appeared that this place would be no different. Chloe knew that it was her fault though. She had thought she could handle it and she couldn't, she should have just sat back and been a good girl for once. Now three days later, she was still locking herself up in her apartment.

Even though she felt as if she was going to vomit, she still remembered her horse, Dakota, and felt extremely guilty that she hadn't visited him in three days. She pulled the covers over her head and moaned "Shit, shit shit." Body rolled back and forth in the bed, as she tried to find the strength to pick herself up out of bed. That inspiration would finally come at 8 PM. With her hair pulled back into a loose pony tail, a black beater pulled on, and some skinny jeans tucked into black Ariat boots, she pulled her gelding from his stall. Hands rubbed her eyes and she looked at her beautiful boy. He had always given her strength, just the way he looked at her made her love him even more. He was her rock, without him, she would have no one. The big bay was inspiring and she wished he were a stallion sometimes so that she could have another one of him, but there would never be another Dakota, not ever again.

"Hey purdy boy." She cooed in his ear as she hooked him into the rope outside of his stall. Boots clunked against the ground as she strode to the tack room and grabbed his blanket and saddle. Weak arms carried the heavy Western saddle and she heaved it onto his back. She barely even cinched it, knowing he was the type to hold his breath, and if she didn't tighten it before she got on, she would find herself on the underside of a horse.

Finally she was ready to go, she tightened the cinch and swung her small body on top of the equine. It felt different being in the saddle. The eerie quiet of the night even felt, peaceful. She sighed, a deep long breath releasing, her eyes closed as she took in the feel of the gelding underneath her. Her lips smooched a short sound and off he went at a walk. A few laps around and she clicked her tongue and he picked up a fast jog. "Hey speedy." She said quietly as she lifted her hand, pulling ever so lightly on the bit to slow the working gelding. His ear twitched back at her, letting her know he was listening, but he then picked up speed after only one lap. This was Dakota's flaw. He liked to be a race horse, not a western pleasure horse.

And every time
I look inside your eyes
You make me wanna die

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