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My feet move quickly. My eye is directly set in the ball. I am running towards it taking a quick turn to snatch the ball out from my opponent. I continue to run with the ball dribbling in between my feet. Side to side it goes. I look up th goal is only a few yards away. I can see someone ready to steal the ball and if I move any farther they will have a better entrance. So I kick the ball into the goal.
That was the tie breaker my team needed. I won the game for us. MVP, as always. I run to my teammates so excited that I won. This was definitely gonna get me on a high end team if I keep on playing like this. That moment right there, was one of my favorite memories. Until the accident.
My mom couldn't pick me up the night. I told her I'd find a ride but I couldn't. So I walked home. That was one of the biggest mistakes in my entire life. I was tossing my ball around and smiling so dumb not knowing for what would happen next. It started to rain and rain it did. It was pouring. The ball slipped through my fingers and out to the street. Damnit that was my lucky ball. I decided to go get it.
I ran onto the street carelessly and before I knew it lights were ahead of me. I looked horrified as the car hit my body to the ground. Everything was black. And now here I am woken up to a bright hospital light.
I sigh and close my journal. I was writing down my feelings. They were angry a lot of "Fuck this" and "Fuck that" were thrown around. My family walked in very worried. My mom looked as if she'd been crying the entire way. My little brother wasn't here. He was only five and I think I look a little graphic right now. However my sister was here. She was thirteen. Although if I said that to her she would follow up with "and turning fourteen in three weeks'. I swear that gurl never grows up.
The doctor comes in. "I have good news and I have bad news." My family looks hopeful at the thought of good news. I am too. "The good news is that he will be able to walk, run, and play soccer again. . ." Hell yes!
"The bad news is that he will have to heal for a few months. Hopefully Three and half if everything goes well. and have physical therapy for an additional two. And he is forbidden to do soccer or anything else that could worsen his leg. I am sorry."
"Wait I can't play soccer anymore??? That was my only way to college!" I was miserable before and now I am MISERABLE. Ugh could this get any worse? I want to cry. I wanna cry so hard right now but I refuse. I need to act strong.
"Well he should be ready to go home with you guys tomorrow. We have to do a few surgeries and I'm sure you don't wanna be here any later. And if he thinks he can get a day off school well I am happy to say he'll be in great condition to be back and learning in one to three days. Depends on how well he's doing. But I'd give him a rest day." The doctor continues to drone on and on. I honestly am not listening. I am to distracted by the fact that all I worked for is over. And that. That fucking sucks.
I sit in my hospital bed bored. I don't know what to do. I just wanna die right now. My life is over anyway. I'm not overdramatic I'm just telling it as it is. Whatever it doesn't matter. NOTHING MATTERS.
Hmm it seems I've failed to introduce myself all this time. Hi, my name is Clay Taken and I used to be a star soccer player. Now back to my complaining.
I fucking hate everything in my life right now. I honestly could just kill someone. I won't I'm not a physcopath. . . BUT I COULD. Whatever I couldn't walk two feet anyway. It's to much work. This is so dumb.
I try to fall asleep but God damn I am in pain right now. It literally feels like my bones are broken. No duh they are broken idiot. I decided to call my best friend Nick. He is normally up at weird ass times.
I ring the phone once.
Twice.
Three times.
FOUR FUCKING TIMES AND HE STILL DOESN'T ANSWER. What the fuck Nick. I guess I'll just write in my dairy- journal. Yah. Journalism. So fun. Anyway, is scribble down my thoughts and even sketch a little.
Not gonna brag but I'm actually pretty good. And by that I mean I'm the best artist I know. What? I'm a leo and I know it, shut up now. Anyway I end up finding myself drawing my cat and then I start missing her.
She is my precious Patches baby and I love her to death. I wish she was here. I must have gotten really tired because I am suddenly in a deep coma.
But within like what, one, two hours? I waa woken up. This place is a shit hole. We start doing procedures and I don't get one cast I get two! How funnnn... I lOoOOOoOve love love it. So fucking much.
Anyway I hurt like a bitch but I'm sent home anyway. And now my family has to pay a booty ton of money because hospitals are expensive as fuck. Damn I could really go for some ice cream right now.
The whole day my mom is all over me. She took the day off work to take care of me and my God is this woman a smother. She is a smother to another level. I'm talking Beverly Goldberg smothering. And if you get that I love you. Not more than me but anyway. Im not self absorbed. Just confident.
She does give me ice cream though, so she's pretty great. Anyway I end up watching TV and playing Minecraft all day. I was actually feeling better. Which I wish I didn't tell my mom because now I have to go to school tomorrow. UGH WHAT THE HELL. This is so fucking dumb. I'm sueing whoever made bones breakable. Or humans. . . die-able. Whatever I just will activate my inner Karen mode.
So after all that shit went down I am at school. Yay.