Grenade

Chapter Four.

I went downstairs without a word or sound made by me.I slipped on my all white converse and my longer green jacket and opened the back door.Just to feel the familiar wind on my face again was terrific and the smell of the stables bought me back to the summer holidays when I was a kid , playing and riding out by the stables for most of my days.

I opened the big , red barn door and went inside to see 2 of the things I was closest to , my horses.I pulled the rug off the deep chestnut horse and slipped the head piece on and held the reins firmly.I've had poppy since I was three and we had grown up together and were literally inseparable.

I hopped up and sat on the horse before leading her out into the field beside the house.I cantered up and around the field like I had never done it before.Just to feel the wind in my hair and to feel the sun on my face made me feel the happiest I had done in months.I continued until I heard a fierce shout.

" What the hell are you doing!!!!!" My mum ran towards the fence and climbed over , then ran over to me.

" Get yourself off that bloody horse now !" she said yanking the reins and pulling me off with my coat." Riding bare-back when your like this , for god's sake grace. Just get back inside now!".

My mothers face grew red with anger so I gave in before even trying to fight back.I understood she didn't want to make my condition worse by doing anything stupid but my horses are my life. I know i'll never get married or have kids or buy my own house but the one thing I have was my horses and now she doesn't want me to go near them.

I understand it was stupid but everyone knew I wasn't going to get any better so I decided to make myself as happy as I could be for the last months of my life but I tried to ride the horses but that didn't turn out as well as I thought.