I woke up, and all I see is... black?
'AM I DEAD!?' Was the first thought that came to my mind. But I found the answer rather quick.
'I'm still alive but..."
I can barely feel anything, and I think that my eyes are covered... I think.
"HeLl-*groan*" I let out a painful groan before even finishing a single word.
Seems that I can at least move my mouth, although it hurts make sounds. But that's all, I can feel numbness throught my entire body, but moving an inch is an endeavor, and it's really painful to even try.
It feels as if hot needles punctured my muscles every time I try to move them. But that pain is another confirmation that I'm alive so it kinda made me happy... I'm not a M are we clear?
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How long has it been? Minutes? Hours?
Maybe an entire day? I don't know at all. One thing I know is that I am at a hospital, because beeping sound at my side, which has to be a heart monitor.
I still feel numb but I can tell that I'm lying down... probably.
'Dammit'
My current state is definitely a bad one.
All I could do during this whole is to try and remember everything about myself... Yes, only about myself.... Only me..
Either way I'm pretty sure I don't have amnesia or something... I hope. But for some reason I can't remember what has happened yesterday??? two day ago???
'sigh' the last time I left school I mean, since I don't know how long I've been here let's just go with that.
I'm Alan Pérez and I'm 15 years old and I hate French. The leguage I mean, I'm not racist or something, they taught me bette-huh?.... who were 'they'....
Doesn't matter, anyway...
Since the age of 6 I enjoyed movement... yes I know what I said. I always liked moving my body, at first I mostly liked spots with a lot of running ex: Fútbol and American Football.
(Author: hhehehehe you read that right, and that's what I'm calling it, screw you :D.....
ok I just kidding, I wanted to do this once, I won't do it again, aight 👌)
But what do I mean by moving instead of just sports? You may ask.
Well it's rather simple, it's that the feeling of running, jumping, simple workouts, and even the pain that comes after pushing your muscles to the limit makes me feel alive.
I am not good at sports beacuse I'm some type of prodigy or something. I just practiced until I couldn't move anymore... it's unhealthy you say? Well like I care, they said the sam-hmm...? Who were 'they'...
Anyway, I did those 2 sports until I was 10 years old, it's not like I stopped doing sports completely or something. But I found something Interesting, I found maga, altough I mostly read sports manga. Which just increased my intersts on Volleyball and Boxing.
And so I started doing Volleyball and Boxing full time, I basically threw Soccer and Football out of the window. Well, not really FULL TIME since I still needed good grades so I can go to High School. Since I also didn't want them to worry abou- hmm..? 'them'..... who were.... I think...
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doN'T...
I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU!!!!!
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That time when I was about to turn 8 and I lost at my first race game between the neighborhood kids, even though I was the youngest one I still felt a bit mad about it.
"Come on Al, you did all you could, right?" She said... with the warmest smile that mede me think that... maybe being 2nd was alright.
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Still being a bit hung up after the day of the race, he came to me.
"Yo! brat, you just said that you could beat me at the 50m track right? Well don't you dare to go back on your word. Men don't do that" Was what he said before tripping down on the starting line, I couldn't stop laughing all day after that, I-.... I still treasure that little memory.
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DONT COME OUT NOW!!!
One day after a my workout at the Gym and a little "fight". I came to home covered in bruises, as soon as I close the door I hear footsteps. I don't even have to say that I'm here, she just seems to know... like always.
Soon after, I hear her call my name but.
"Hey~ Al- ALLAN!?" She wanted to greet me but when she saw my bruises, she ran to me, she ran the fastest I've ever seen her run in my life, I was taken aback by this. But before she could drown me with her questions, I hear him say.
"Honey.... let me talk to him for a bit first"
His tone... I have never heard him talk like that before, he was always goofy keeping a happy mood for everyone. Now... now it's like he had no emotions? It was hard to say, but his tone and expresion remained unreadable.
That wasn't all, I noticed her expresion the moment she saw his, it became identical.
I didn't think that it would be this bad, how can such a little fight between kids end up like this. why... why... how can people be so... selfish?
HOWWWW??. WHYY??. WHY...
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My lungs felt like they were on fire, every time I breathed in air, it felt like knifes stabing my chest. I screamed until my vocal cords felt wet from the blood, the screams became more like gargling.
Why did I keep my "screaming"? At what was it supposed to be directed? This forsaken world? At god? OR THAT FUCKING BASTARD!? All of them maybe... but I was sure of something, and it is that I WILL MAKE SURE HE SUFFERS!!!!