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Lost and Found - Chapter One
 By Maiandra   •   1st Dec 2010   •   2,288 views   •   12 comments
Okay remember, posture, heels down, chin up, and...Eliza and Cimarron flew over the first jump with elegance, crispness, and perfect stride. Eliza could almost here her instructor clapping and cheering just as if she were right beside her.

The second jump was coming up. She went through the posture and steered Cimarron towards the jump, they were soaring over it as suddenly, Eliza felt a difference in his strides. Cimarron started to go down, and Eliza could feel it. She got a huge lump in her throat. She panicked as time sped up and the two of them landed. She felt a hard jerk as Cinnamon’s head was thrust toward the ground, one foot was out in front of him, and one foot was tugged back, caught beneath the jump. She saw the reins slip from her hands, her helmet toppled over Cinnamon’s neck, her boot caught the edge of the jump and she landed face first in the sand. She saw faded, wispy visions. She looked up and saw a hoof hit her face. The crowd instantly knew this was not right. Eliza’s mom and instructor ran down the stairs and into the arena. They stumbled through the deep arena sand and to Eliza and Cimarron.

Her instructor called 911 and her mother shook Eliza’s still body, shouting her name. Soon enough, help was on its way.

Eliza saw blurry, wispy visions. She saw people running alongside her with muted words. Eliza lifted her head weakly but it was pressed down by rubbery blue gloves and a very soft voice saying, “Keep still”. She didn’t know what was going on she didn’t even know who all these people were. Suddenly she heard a bang and doors were thrown open. She squinted at the faces but they were too blurry to read. Then a white light struck her face, clearing all sight. She felt an ice cold hand on her cheek. She looked up and saw a blurry, but familiar face. It was her mother. Then she looked to her other side and saw a man dressed in all blue holding out a mask. She turned away, but he pressed it against her face and soon she heard an extremely loud buzzing that faded to nothing, as did her vision and feeling.

The next thing she heard was a calming voice. It soothed her so much she wanted to fall back asleep. But a sharp pain hit her, her head throbbed, her legs felt like lead. She squinted at the blurry face and closed her eyes.
“Eliza?” The voice said. “Eliza, are you awake? Nod your head if you can hear me.” The voice said.
Eliza could hear her, but she couldn’t make out what she was saying. She opened her eyes. She opened her lips and pushed out a weak groan. She tried to answer, “Yes” but her throat was tight and all she could do was sigh and close her eyes again.
“Eliza, you were under deep Anastasia. You need to wake up now, okay?” The voice went on. “If you can hear me, nod your head.”
Eliza heard her but felt a strange feeling, like she had heard this before. She lifted her head and opened her eyes. Her head fell back to the pillow, weakly. She stared at the slender lady, hovering over her head.
The lady stopped asking questions and wrote some things down on her clipboard. Then she played with the IV attached to her wrist. She didn’t say a word. She looked back at Eliza and smiled, then walked away.

Eliza struggled to keep her eyes open. She heard brief conversations between other nurses and children, but nothing really entered her mind until she was fully awake. She reached for the cup of water beside her bed, but her arm fell limp to her side. She sighed and looked around. A slender lady appeared from behind a curtain and took the cup of water and lifted it to Eliza’s lips. Eliza drank from the straw, the water felt so cold compared to her steaming hot body. She drank more, until she felt to weak to hold her head up any longer. She let it fall back to the pillow.
“Hello, Eliza,” the lady started. “Feeling any better?” Eliza noticed that the lady’s voice sounded familiar but she looked at her face, which came into focus, and she didn’t recognize her at all. How can someone so familiar look so much like a stranger? Eliza thought to herself.
“Ye-“ Eliza tried to say, but her voice stuck to the back of her throat and all she could do was nod.
“Good, do you want to go back to your room?” The lady asked.
Eliza had no idea what she was saying but she nodded anyway.
The lady raised her bed until Eliza was sitting straight up. Then she disappeared behind a curtain. Eliza took a minute to look around, she didn’t recognize anything. She stared at the blankets, up to her waist. Suddenly a slender lady appeared from behind a curtain with a wheelchair and an IV attached to it. Eliza stared, was that for her? She didn’t remember needing a wheelchair.
“You are probably really groggy, Eliza. So it’s best you don’t try walking until you are better, okay?” The lady’s voice was soft yet perky.
Eliza liked her sound, so she nodded.
“Alright,” The nice lady answered. She held onto Eliza’s shoulders and pulled her into the chair. Eliza plopped down like a limp noodle. Then the lady pushed Eliza down the halls.

Eliza felt helpless, blinking at the nurses as they walked by and smiled. She looked into each room as she passed. People were sitting up, watching TV, or eating. Eliza looked down and her hands and moved them each. Then she looked up at the lights and watched each set go whizzing by as she went down the hall. Finally, Eliza was in a small, cozy looking room. There was a bed, a TV, and a chair. Sitting in the chair were two worried looking people. Two people, yes... Eliza stared at them, thinking really hard.

“She is a little slow she might not talk or recognize you right away. We think she might have a little memory loss too,” said a voice from behind her. Eliza suddenly saw her mom and dad sitting in chairs at the other end of the room.
“Momm.... Daddd” Eliza said, slurring each word.
“Oh, thank god!” Her mom said getting up and rushing over to Eliza. She took her hand and stroked it, carefully avoiding the IV needles. “Eliza, I was so worried about you. Do you know what happened?”
Eliza stared blankly at her. “What happened?” She asked.
Her mom glanced back at her dad, who was kneeling beside her. “You fell off Cinnamon... In the show arena, remember?”

Eliza stared at the floor. A flash of cheers filled her ears. Then she heard herself say, Okay remember, posture, heels down, chin up, and… Then everything sped up, the jump got closer and closer. She saw Cinnamon’s ears flick forward. She watched him jump. It slowed down again, she felt a hard jerk as Cinnamon’s head was thrust toward the ground, one foot was out in front of him, and one foot was tugged back, caught beneath the jump. She saw the reins slip from her hands, her helmet toppled over Cinnamon’s neck, her boot caught the edge of the jump and she landed face first in the sand. She saw faded, blurry, wispy visions. She looked up and saw a hoof hit her face. She shuddered. Then she felt her leg loose circulation. She felt scrambling and then heard hoarse, high-pitched whinny coming from Cinnamon, but it was cut off. Then she saw the room, flying by, the white faces, and the blue rubber gloves.
“No!” Eliza screamed, but it was muffled by cries. Her mother jumped, started by the scream. Her father put his arm around Eliza and stared at her.
“Eliza it’s okay. You’re going to be okay,” her mother cooed.
“No!” Eliza screamed again, this time the nice lady came at her. She took her arm and stroked it.
“This will help calm you down.” The lady said, hiding a needle behind her back.
Eliza screamed and yanked her hand away from her. “Leave me alone! I want Cinnamon! Get me out of here, MOM!”

The lady fumbled with her arm, and then stabbed the needle in. It landed on her upper arm. Eliza screamed as the pinch kicked in. Slowly it faded, as did her vision again. She tried to make out figures, but all she could see was her dad, holding her mom. She looked beat, tired, and worried. She noticed the bags under her eyes. She started to wonder how long she had been in the hospital.
“Momm...” She slurred. “Daddy...” She couldn’t think, it got harder and harder. Then her hearing muted. She closed her eyes and opened them, then closed them again. Her body went limp against the back of the wheelchair. She felt unfriendly hands on her head, she wanted to pull away, but couldn’t find the strength.

When Eliza woke up the next morning, she felt a bright light hit her face. She heard soft music, beeping, and muffled out conversations outside her room. She saw the rays of bight sunlight peering through the yellow patterned, curtains. She felt her head throbbing and a familiar lead-like feeling in her legs. She wondered, How many times have I relived this moment? How many times have I got up in the same hospital room with the same pain? Where are my parents? Have they given up on me? Where is Cinnamon? Eating peacefully in his stall and regretting that show, or is he hurt too? Was he alive? How long has it been since the show? Has he been dead all this time? No! Don’t think that, he is fine!

Eliza felt trapped in her own thoughts. Like a voice inside a lifeless body. It was the strangest feeling she had ever felt. She felt lost and a hint of Deja vu. Just then, a lady walked into the room. She looked familiar. Eliza couldn’t figure out why and it was frustrating her.
“Eliza? Are you awake?” The lady asked.
Well, obviously Eliza thought, if my eyes are open. She paused for a second, Or does she mean mentally?
“You need to take some more pain meds. Do you want some sleeping pills too, honey?” She had a sweet, southern accent and a caring tone. Eliza didn’t want to go to sleep though, and she wasn’t even feeling much pain.
“Why am I here?” Eliza asked.
“You are here because you needed surgery on your leg. You also had a serious concussion.” The lady explained, her eyes glued to her clipboard. “Are you feeling any pain?”
“Where are my parents?” Eliza questioned.
“Probably at the cafe,” the lady mentioned. “Do you want some sleeping pills?”
“No,” Eliza said softly.
“Are you feeling nausea or any pain? If so could you rate it on a scale of 1 to 10?”
Eliza thought for a moment. She felt for the throbbing headache and the pain in her legs, but it was gone. “No,” she replied.
“Are you hungry yet?” The nurse asked.
Eliza had to think about that one too. She felt a hint of hunger in her empty stomach. “Yes,” she said.

The nurse left and Eliza went back to her thoughts, it seemed like all she could do. She tried to remember the show. Then a flash of cheers filled her ears. She heard herself say, Okay remember, posture, heels down, chin up, and… Then everything sped up, the jump got closer and closer- No! She was not going to let this happen again. She turned on her side and tried to forget the horrible memory but it wouldn’t leave her. She saw Cinnamon’s ears flick forward. She watched him jump. It slowed down again she felt a hard jerk as Cinnamon’s head was- No! No! No! Not again, she would not let this happen again. She turned to the other side and tried to shove the memories away but they came back again. She saw the reins slip from her hands, her helmet toppled over Cinnamon’s neck, her boot caught the edge of the jump and she landed face first in the sand. She saw faded, blurry, wispy visions. She looked up and saw a hoof hit her- Suddenly the nurse walked in.
“I brought you some saltine crackers and orange juice. Are you sure you don’t want those pain pills?” She asked.
Eliza took a cracker and bit down, letting it melt in her mouth. “No, I want sleeping pills,” she said. She hoped that sleep would get rid of the memories. So the nurse handed her a little cup and some water, once she was done with her crackers. Eliza didn’t hesitate. She took them and lay down on her pillow without another word.
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BME Sports  
i like this! good writing!
  Dec 1, 2010  •  1,404 views
 
Maiandra  
Thanks so much for the comment! I am so happy somebody read it and enjoyed it. The next chapter is coming soon!
  Dec 1, 2010  •  1,400 views
 
Evita  
I'm certainly waiting for the next chapter. You have me wanting to know what happens next.
  Dec 1, 2010  •  1,421 views
 
bandikool7  
your story is just down right amazing!!! when is the next chapter??? you have great chosing of words. you should write a series!!!
  Dec 2, 2010  •  1,403 views
 
Ponyissie  
cool, soon my article A Love Story-A Girl And Her Horse Part 1 Is coming out!
  Dec 2, 2010  •  1,425 views
 
RuSiV  
OMG it is AMAZING! i cant wait for the next chapter
  Dec 2, 2010  •  1,398 views
 
Estella Noire  
This is awesome! Can't wait for the next chapter!
  Dec 2, 2010  •  1,398 views
 
Mystic56  
Nice content very catching! I think that you spelled cinnamon wrong right? Never mind about that though its very minor. Great job always. :P
  Dec 2, 2010  •  1,421 views
 
Finally There  
Wow, I guess this tops mine. lol. Great writing.
  Dec 2, 2010  •  1,394 views
 
Thestral  
Whoa. Your a good writer! I want to know what happens next!
  Dec 2, 2010  •  1,421 views
 
MustangChic  
Can't wait to see what happens next!
  Dec 2, 2010  •  1,410 views
 
Seven Sins  
lovely story
  Jan 31, 2011  •  1,389 views
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