Good Morning, Good Evening, And Good Night

Chapter 3

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Also, this is my longest chapter yet, I worked for 3 hours on this... Wow. I am boring.
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Alex POV

Watching my mother look up to the snooty Ms. Catherine made me think. Ms. Catherine, if she was a horse, would be about 20 hands. Hm. This gives me a good idea of how tall I'd like my horse to be. Possibly about 15 hands, maybe 16 or 17. I hear her mumble to my mother while sliding her weight onto her hip and curling her jet black hair with a slender, witch-like finger.
"Mmm well I'm not really uh, good, uh..." She takes a large inhale. "Not really good wiv' kids you see, love. That one over there don' look like the type of person I'd ge' on wiv' you know?" pointing in our direction, more towards Lindsey. Wow, Lindsey isn't the favourite for once!
My mother shoots a frown at Ms. Catherine.
"I beg your pardon? My dear Lindsey is phenomenal! A 3 time gymnastic champion of her age! She is very polite and does chores around the house all the time! You see that medal on her? That's from-" She pauses.
    The chattering and laughing dies down, until everything is deadly silent, apart from two men, yelling and shouting from the bottom of their lungs. They stop, all that is heard is a click, a low gasp, and the dreaded sound of a gunshot and before my mind can process what's going on, crash of wood could be heard. People start screaming as smoke rises into the air and water splashes everywhere, and an ear popping bang pierces the ears of 500,000 people. Pieces of rock and rubble fly in every direction, smashing into stalls and rides, big dust clouds consuming the crowd of people like a tsunami by a beach. Lindsey clasps her hands over my ears to protect them from the deafening noises. I notice her pulling my head down as if to get me down, then she kicks the back of my knees and I fall to the rough, stoney ground, her hands still pushing against the sides of my head.
"It's going to be okay! I promise you! Stay down, don't move, I've got you!" She screams by my head as the screams and explosions continue. Her voice is desperate, as if her whole life is to be shredded to pieces and turned into a dark hell, the kind of scream you'd hear when pleading for your life. I feel - I don't know, it's a feeling I don't often feel. A feeling of - worthiness. Never before have I felt like Lindsey actually... loves me? All our arguments, cruel remarks, everything results in loving? I don't understand. I feel warm, happy, here in the protection of my sister, my rival, arch enemy, hated companion, my guardian. Never, in my entire lifetime of 12 years, 5 months, 2 weeks and 5 days did I imagine, dream or even dare to pinch the thought that Lindsey would put her her life in front of mine.
    My eyes widen to the sight of 7 horses galloping from the crowd of people, away from the scene. That's what it was all about! The stables, the crowd, the money. They are fast! Within 5 seconds they have galloped at least 300 metres. I can make out some of the breeds. A fine, brown Quarter horse and a black & white Appaloosa.  I suspect a third was an Arabian, but I can't be sure. All beautiful, but I had my eye on one specific horse, a gorgeous grey Lipizzan. Graciously striding towards an imaginary finish line, just what I imagined this morning. What I didn't imagine is explosions, gunshots, screams, injuries and Lindsey's protection. Fear and ultimate terror overcomes me and I start to feel sick.
    I start to open my eyes, squinting at the bright light suddenly blinding me. "Lindsey" I whisper. No reply. "Lindsey" I speak a little louder this time. I hear her familiar voice calling out for our mother.
"I'm here, Al." She clutches my hand in hers. She reassures me, stroking my wind tangled hair. "You're okay." I sit up to give her a tight hug, her touch is so gentle and warm. I don't think we've ever touched with such a bond like this. We're still at the fair, except it now looks more like a war zone than anything else. Lindsey explains how there was a hot bid for something and two men had a rough argument when one of the men pulled out a gun and shot the other in the arm, who then smashed a chair over his head. Some part of the chair had snapped a tense wire and sparks flew into a pile of money and caused a fire. People then started throwing buckets of water onto the money, which then went into sockets and switches of machines for nearby rides. Boom. I believe the bid was for the horses. So far, 13,491 are injured, whether from the explosion or being trampled by fleeing victims. If they had managed to identify this already, how long was I out? I ask Lindsey.
"It's been 5 hours since the incident." She replies.
"Are the horses okay?" I ask, eagerly.
"What horses?" Lindsey was obviously too concentrated on saving my life to worry about some horses.
"There were 7 of them galloping north of the explosion. Didn't you see?" Stupid question.
"I'm sorry, I was just a little bit busy making sure my little sister didn't die - unlike others." Lindsey gives me a cheeky smile and a wink. Though it's no laughing matter, I'm glad she's trying to stay positive. I notice a large bruise emerging on her upper arm. I'm not surprised. When she kicked me she fell side first onto the floor. I owe her one, big time.