I had already been trying my best to get myself out of there when there was a voice yelling at me. My head was hung low, my back arched down, and a look of complete fear over me that made me look as if I was a dog having stones thrown at it as it scramped away. At that time, I should of broke into a break neck run, but fear froze me into place. Within my throat, a sob choked me, and before long, tears might as well fall from my eyes. What happened to make this all worse happened to be the fact that the glow from stub of a horn showed every single piece of my fear.
Why didn't it just fall off already?
My heart skipped a beat as the female voice yelled at me more, my brain yelling at me inside my head. Those words it was telling me that day was something I'd never forget. GOD DAMMIT SIKEAX, KICK IT INTO TURBO AND RUN LIKE HELL OUT OF THERE!!!!!!!!!!! Each word was louder than any yell I'd ever heard before, hidden away into my skull so that no one was able to hear just how scared I was. After she, whoever she happened to be, stopped yelling at me, there was more sounds of movements behind me. More words were being yelled at me, having each threat thrown at me. Already, brain was being mean to me as of why I hadn't run out of there when I had the chance to. See what you did there? Now you're screwed.
Something told me to turn around and look at them, just to let them know that I acknowledged their words and how they were just that mean to me. I only wanted to make sure everyone was okay, and then maybe even try to help out in any way that I could find possible, but that seems such a distant memory now. "I'm sorry. I really am. Can.... Can I please leave? I didn't mean to trepass. I stumbled at the pass and sort of fell down the mountain. That snowdrift over there-" I motioned with my glowing head, swinging it in the direction of the drift that I collided into after I turned to meet their icy stares. It still held the shape of my body as I slammed into it. Not that hard to see that I had rolled into it, or where they blind? "-and all I want to do is leave so I'm not bothering you. I thought maybe something went wrong....." Like as if a fucking nuclear bomb was dropped on the place or something.
By this time, there was a broken horn shoved into my face, becoming dangerously close to my eyes. The sight of it was sort of comical, and if I wasn't freaking out and about to pee myself (luckily I didn't, no one needed to see me do that and I would probably die of embarrassment), I could of laughed at the sight of it. I knew too well that this girl wasn't going to be nice to me at any point, and when it was forced closer, I backed away and almost stumbled over my own small hooves. The glow from my horn was dim, but it magnified every bit of my emotion.
And at that time, the only emotion I was actually feeling was the fear you get that almost makes you pee yourself pants.
What are pants either way?
Right as I was about to turn tail and run, there was a voice that actually stood out for me, standing up to be my saving grace when everyone else was wanting to kill me. She was beautiful if you asked me, more beautiful than Mom was any way. Her words were proud, and when she smiled at me, I released a whimper, scared of the idea that she might even take me out of here just to chew me out just for herself. She didn't seem like that type of person, but I couldn't really trust anyone here as of now.
"Could she just take me out here please? I won't ever come back, seeing as this place is filled to the brim already with those who lack manners." For saying that, I could of even signed my own death certificate. I was already inside their home, and even though I was backing up, my pace wasn't going to get me anywhere unless I turned around and just really kicked it into turbo. I even had doubts over that idea, seeing as my legs felt like they were made of jelly.
There was another voice (Damn, is the whole herd coming to yell at me or something?), this time a male's. He yelled at the girl who was nice enough to try to escort me out, and then threatened me with imprisonment here. Snow and cold air never was too much of a bother to me, since I spent almost all of my life at the Arch. My first days were at the Foothills, where Mom was stuck at when she birthed me. It seemed as if I was made just to be a prisoner because of stupid things like this. "Please, can I just leave? I promise I won't ever come back."
Right about that time then, there was the first of tears that would be followed by many of its companions, and the sob that had been choking me through blurred speak let me breathe. If I broke down in front of them now, they would probably keep me here forever and no one would want to rescue me.

If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?