Mikaela felt a crushing force against her leg for a second before being released and rolling up a widescreen. She heard a agonising scream from the horse below her as she flew over the top of the truck and collided with the solid ground and was knocked out cold.

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The taste of blood burned through Mikaela's mouth as she choked into consciousness. "Oh she's awake! Thank God!" A familiar voice exclaimed in a shaky manner. For a moment she thought she was blind until her sight returned, although she soon wished it hadn't. Mikaela was lying on a stretcher before a scene that made her blood run cold, nothing in her worst nightmares could stand a chance against this. Before her lay the mattered mess of what was once the beautiful, and loving, horse of her dreams. Apollos right legs were merely shredded flesh and he lay on his belly like a dog amongst a sea of crimson rivers. Mum was trying to pull Mikaela to her feet, to turn her head away from this nightmare. She never thought this could happen, she never thought...
"Mikaela honey, please?" She knew mum was trying to talk to her, but her words were a slurred mess, impossible to understand in her current state. Then She saw the vet.
The vet kneeled over him, touching, prodding him with her medical equipment. "He's not gonna make it." She whispered when she saw Mikaela watching. But it was to late, her words rang loud and clear, echoing through her brain over and over again. He's not gonna make it, he's not gonna make it.
That was it. She couldn't help herself. As the feeling of dizziness washed over her she almost welcomed it, and Mikaela fell eagerly into a black, dark void.