We galloped hard , I hung on for dear life. My knuckles were white THEN
I felt her shoulder drop, I knew what this meant. Every rider worst nightmare , STEPPING IN A RABBIT HOLE !!!
For a split second I was in the air then a met with the hard, cold, wet ground. IT ALL WENT BLACK!
I woke up in a white room with a white bed and a stripy blanket. There was a red cross on the wall. I started to panic ,where was Chessy? Mum was sitting there quietly, I looked her in the eyes and asked "Mum wheres Chessy, is she okay"?. "Honey Chessy's badlybroken her leg". "Is she dea" Emma couldn't finish her sentence ... "no lets go see her huh".
I jumped into our shiny, sliver Mercedes and glided out of the car park.
I saw her , she saw me and stumbled over. I ran to meet her . I knew I could never ride her again or any other horse because she was my Chessy . I didn't care anymore I was never going to leave her again her velvety muzzle nudged my face as I wrapped my arms around her neck Ill never leave you again, I promise.