Lila

Lore:

The last time I saw my mom was when I was just a foal. I was sleeping in the barn we lived when I heard a car stopped by. I didn’t think much about it yet as I was still sleepy. Then I heard chattering and footsteps. I heard the barn door slam open, and I jot up, wondering what that was. Then I saw some poachers. The one that caught my eye was this tall buff one. He was wearing a mask on and dark clothing. He was carrying a rifle. There were 4 other shorter poachers. My mom woke up and noticed the poachers. 
“Grab the foal and leave.” 
“What about the mom?”
“No need for her. Just kill her.” 
“Alright boss.” 
“Yes boss.”
The poachers walked towards us. My mom growled and stood in front of me, defending with all her strength. There was no escape, the only exit was behind the poachers. The poachers raised their guns. I knew it meant death. I tried to cry out to warn my mom, but it was too late. A split second later, she was dead.
I cried as I tried to get away from the poachers. Looking at her lifeless body just broke me apart. The poachers then got ahold of me and put me in a large bag. Before it was fully enclosed, I saw the poachers laughing at the dead body. I was devastated. Why did they want me and why did they kill my mom? Why can’t they just take us both? Just why? Why? WHY? 

They knocked me out after because I wouldn’t stop moving and crying. 

The next day, I woke up. I found myself chained to the bars of the cage. I could see the outside buildings and can smell the rotting flesh of other dead animals. A poacher came by to me and smiled.
“When you grow up, you’d be our breeder.”
Breeder? I thought. I wouldn’t want my babies to be in this horrible place in the future.
“The hair you have is very valuable and pretty. Selling would be worth a fortune. I can’t wait!” 
Hair? My pinkish brown white hair? How could it be worth a fortune? I got my hair genes from my dad, which I never really saw him as he went missing before I was born.
My life has been like this ever since…for 6 years. I was forced to breed with another male since I was 3 years old. And yet this early adulthood is getting worse. The process is painful yet they never cared anything about me. Every time my hair grew about 6 inches, they cut it down and sell it on the black market. I never knew the truth worth about my hair or why it is so special. All I knew is something about rarity and genetics. 

I hate my life here and I want to escape so badly. But I can’t and I’m stuck here forever. Until I die. Just like how my mom died or how my dad disappeared.