homerun part 1 i wasnt sure if i wanted to do this. i didnt know
homerun part 1
i wasnt sure if i wanted to do this. i didnt know
what awaited me behind that door. should i get it over with
and go in, or can i run away? just put it off for another time,
just not now? but what kind of person would i be if i ran
away from my own sister? this question was buzzing around
my head like a bunch of mad bees. will she be awake this
time? or still in a coma?
the scene still played through my head, and occasionally i would
dream about it. either way, it would still strike fear in
me, and i would often wake up screaming. there was no doubt
in my head that i could forget it, only a mere month ago.
july 24th, exactly, because i got my SAT scores that day
too. after i got them, i drove my silver volkswagon
convertable to my sister delaney's game. it was their
championship game that day, and she was one of the best players
on her team. they came up against the toughest team in the
league, who had a 6 foot pitcher who could easily throw the ball
at 60 milles per hour. delaney was in the whole, and she
was getting her bat to warm up, to be extra ready. katie,
who was warming up before her, didn't realize that she was
running to get her bat. delaney went to duck to get her
bat, but she wasn't quick enough to dodge katie's swing. it
was a devistating blow, right to her temple, crippling delaney to
after that, it was fuzzy because between crying, calling the
ambulence, and the misbelief had me a little confused. the
only part i remember was dr. lickham, our family neurologist (we
had a history of epilepsy) explaining she was in a coma, and she
had a possibility of never waking up.
after sorting this through for the millionth time, i gathered up
all my courage to open the door.
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