Disclaimer: The phantom stallion does not belong to me.
Jake's POV
I looked up. This couldn't be happening. My best friend was laying in a hospital bed, close to dying, because I, of all people, didn't think before I teased her when something was at risk. She takes everything I say as a dare. If I said nobody has ever jumped off the Empire State Building, she'd try it, because she'd take it as a dare.
I wanted to scream and shout. But I didn't. I sat in my bed, cross legged, thinking about Sam. That wonderful little girl. She was funny and humorous. She was bold and brave, and never gave up. She kicked strangers because they were racist and mean. Gosh I remember that one time at the fair...
Why was I thinking of this! I was supposed to be thinking of how that colt was gonna pay for what he had done. I walked down-stairs after thinking for hours. You should kill him. My head screeched. Sam would be so unhappy then! I thought. I went downstairs, wanting to get something to eat. I walked into the kitchen. My mother sat at the table, squirting stain remover on a shirt Sam had gotten dirt on when she was playing with me and we got into a wrestling match. I saw it and broke. Just snapped. I ran, and fled. I ended up by the riverbank. I couldn't remember anything. Nothing was right.
I was so glad to have escaped the painful small reminders of Sam, that I forgot we had met at the river bank. I saw a SF scratched into a tree by the bank. Samantha Forester I thought. She had put it there after I told her that one side of the river belonged to my family, and the other to hers. This was too much. I would never be able to escape her. I knew it! I was nine years old, and mentally depressed. I wanted her back!