The days drag by as slowly as the days before Christmas, getting medications, getting a tiny light shone in my eyes. The nurses always ask me questions but I just clench my fists and stare straight ahead. I am too scared to move and really don't care. The thing I loved the most is now my worst fear. Jumping my six year old gelding, Rebel. It has crossed my mind if he was okay, but I always stop, knowing where I am, in a hospital bed. I am far from okay. I don't even know if I can bring myself near a horse. Looking at the horse pictures on my phone makes my heart burn. I only move out of my bed when I am sure I am alone. To change, use the bathroom, or shower. I swing my legs over the side if my bed. I limp into the bathroom and splash cool water over my face. I just want to go home. But if I so I have to see Rebel. I want to see him, but I don't. I couldn't bear myself if he got hurt. Just the image of his brown beady eyes, tears blur my vision, I reach up and swipe away the years with my hands. Then I realize how much I miss Rebel. It wasn't his fault, it was mine. I shouldn't have pushed him to that last jump. My ankle throbs, brining me back to the real world. I lay back in my bed, and cover my head with my blanket, swallowed with darkness once again.
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Teen FictionAfter 16 year old Alex Harris has a major riding accident that sends her to the hospital, she has a wish to overcome her fear and jump for the Olympics riding team, but with her flash back she's had more fear then ever before. Will Alex ever jump a...
