Breathe Carolina *Zayn Malik fanfic*

Day 1

June 2ed, 8:55 a.m.

The watch on my wrist read's 8:55 a.m., the sun is slowly rising in the sky. I can lightly feel it burning the back of my arms. So I pulled my sleeves down, it's still a bit chilly out so I don't mind them down. Dale, is at a walk, he's also a bit stuff today, maybe hi will loosen up after a few hours.

Dale is a three year old draft horse, breed Clydesdale. Full size to, I rescued him from slaughter when he was only one, and we have shared a bond every sense. He can get us over larger areas and faster than any other smaller horse, because of his size an endurance. He can be ridden for hours and hours at a walk, maybe an hour at trot, and not very long at a gallop side he's so big.

I've been at a walk for about an hour now and all I've seen is plains and very very few houses. I drop my reins, I don't need them while he's at a walk. I grab a breakfast bar out of my backpack and eat it, but only half cause it's still early.

When I left I was 226 pounds, I plan to loose a lot of weight. I see a few rivers so I stop and fill my four water bottles with the river water, don't worry these bottles have small filters in them so they purify somewhat. I'll have to hunt for meat if I want it, like I have been for the last four years.

I made sure I used the bit less bridal for Dale so he didn't have to go for hours with metal pulling at his mouth. But just incase I have another bridal with a bit, maybe I'll catch myself a wild mustang. I pick my resins but up and pull back lightly on them and dismount him it's now 10:00 a.m. he deserve a break. I take his bridal off and put his halter on and get a lead rope and wrap it around a small wooden pole that I put in the ground. I filled his half gallon water dish, as he grazed and the grass and drank his water.

I decide at 12:00 I will eat the other half of my breakfast bar, no sooner, or any later than 12:05. I put my 300$ that I've been saving all my life in a small waterproof case locked inside a tiny safe. In that safe there is now 300$, a few more boxes of matches, my ID card, incase I need more cigarettes, and 6 cartons of cigarettes in the back left corner, and last of all a picture of gods most beautiful angel, Alyssa, and dear god I miss her.

That was the only time I was happy with anything in my life, I though I was going to have a family, till my mother took it all away from me with, two words, and the flick of a knife blade.

"Go home" my mother yelled to her, mind you Alyssa was 8 months pregnant with our son. "No" Alyssa yelled back to her, as my mom slapped Alyssa. Alyssa didn't just give up there she punched my mom in the face, as my mom grabbed the knife off the counter, and stabbed Alyssa in the stomach. My mother ran out of the house and got into her car and drove off. Alyssa kneeling on the floor holding her stomach where the knife once was after my mom pulled it out dropped it to the floor then left. Alyssa was bleeding crying in her own pain and outlet sons. I helped her up and to the hospital, but before I did that she was still kneeling on the floor I got down onto the floor with her, I rested my hand on he stomach and said 3 simple words which were the last I bet he recalled "Daddy loves you".