𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, Isaac Garcia

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Numb.

How else was I meant to feel?

Just a few months ago everything was going according to plan.

Lucy was coming home, Me and Ajax were in the showjumping world championships, Jackie was where she wanted to be - everything was perfect.

Until it got ripped away from us. It was as if in a heartbeat, my heart was ripped from my chest and shattered to pieces. What am I meant to do as a 15 year old without parents? Without my stabalisation.

My family.

That is what I asked myself up until the funeral. And then up until Jackie and I reached the airport 6 months after the funeral.

And don't forget the plane journey.

Everything is a mess. I am a mess.

I miss my home, my horse and animals, my family.

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Jackie pulled her phone out of her pocket, going through her contacts. I sighed, pulling my headphones out and placing them on my head, covering both ears. They connected to my phone and began playing my music. My eyes travelled to my phone 'Yellow - Coldplay' read on the screen.

Its always sad songs when you need happy ones.

I sat there, riding out the song as Jackie spoke to Uncle Richard - who I did not want to speak to. Yet my peace was disturbed when Jackie bumped her arm into my shoulder. I pulled my headphones down, setting them around my neck as I looked up at her. "What?" I asked.

She urked her head infront of us and my eyes travelled in that direction. Katherine and George walked towards us, uneasy smiles on their faces.

Frankie and I aren't the only people who lost family.

Katherine and my mum were like sisters, family.

And now, they're mine and Jackies.

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My eyes lit up as we began driving down the farmiliar gravelled path, catching sight of a few horses in a paddock, along with a barn, a gorgeous yellow house, and achres of land surrounding the gorgeous area.

I've always loved it here.

George pulled the car to a stop at the front of the house, Ketherine and George getting out before kindly opening our doors for us. "Honey, do you need help with the bags?" Katherine asked, turning her head towards George as I thanked her. "No, no." He smiled, walking towards the boot of the car.