Yearning to Live

Crushed

I look over my shoulder to find another horse creeping on me fast. I start to slip a little of the rein out of my hand. I look over again and this time, the horse is much closer. I take a look at the jockey and I see that he is scared. He was right behind us, and Wild Survivor kicks her legs out really far behind her. I tried to coax her to go faster, I even give her the rein. I could feel her stride change and get faster, and lengthen striving to meet her jockey's orders. At the eighth furlong, I can feel her gait change drastically, I wasn't the only one who has a sore ankle. I tried to pull her up, but she refused, she slowed a bit, but it wouldn't be enough.

One furlong to go in the race, our competitor is about a length away and Wild Survivor's gait became more uneven. Under the saddle, I felt something crush underneath us and her bad leg never swung forward. A pit forms in my stomach as Wild Survivor trips.

I tried to get my feet out of the stirrups but I couldn't get them out in time. We fell to the ground at forty miles an hour. She fell on our bad legs. My left leg landed in the dirt first. Quickly, Wild Survivor crashed to the ground. My leg got crushed. Excruciating pain filled my mind. My head hit the ground hard giving me a sudden migraine. Black dots filled my vision and pain took over my body.