The Perfect Holiday

Today is my birthday and I'm on holiday with my parents. We had been on the plane for three hours, then we had been on what seemed to be the longest journey ever, to the ski-resort in the French Alps. As I went downstairs to breakfast, I looked out of the windows and saw the mountains beaming at me. I felt the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Mum and Dad were already eating breakfast, Mum …

…blue I screamed. Probably the shock, but I will never know. A grappling pain went through my body. My Mum gripped my hand tightly as Doctors came to rescue me from the darkness. "Nnnnnooooooooo" She screamed "Don't leave me.........alone" Running out the room, she let go off my hand. The Doctors were still there. Why was this happening to my family? Why? The gloominess took over my mind, I was going. I was gone..................