Broken

The Tear

I was the the stage in the gymnasium, we were playing a football toss into red, blue, and yellow bright colored buckets. I was  running around throwing my best throws into the big buckets. I looked back at my mom recording me. Parents were allowed to go to the school to watch there kids on filed day. *HOONNK* the sound of coach Berkley's air horn blasting it's booming sounds. A grin crawled across my face. "wait for me Hunter!" I yelled chasseing my best fried. He run fast and jumped off the 4 step stairs with a graceful leap. His hair looked extra curly yet flowing like a river. "Come on slow poke!" Hunter said wittily. I swept past the other kids when I felt a very slight pain in my foot. I slowed down. thinking I was fine in walked down the glossy stairs. I took one step, then 2 steps, 3 steps, *UuGhG* Agony and pain rushed through my foot, knifes piercing my left side on my suffering right foot. My eye's began to water with crystal like tears. My glossy eyes looked anywhere, everyway. "SOMEONE HELP ME, I HURTS, SOMEONE, ANYONE HELP ME!!" the inner thoughts screamed in agony. The pain consumed me, whimpers where the only sounds I could make out my trembling lips.  

"Mom...mom...MOM! GO TO MOM NOW!" the voice in my head yelled. I limbed over to my mom in tears, I took all my strength to say "I cant walk! Help me.."   My mom looked at me and said "you are fine Victoria, suck it up" that made me unhappy and displeased with her response. But now I know she had the full right to not believe me. I was always faking and overexaggerating. But this time I know something was wrong, I had never in my life felt this pain before. I then began to cry more and more telling her the pain I was in, she rolled her eyes and lifted me up onto her back. She walked down the halls, like a bee hive left, right, 2 more lefts, right.  We finally reached our destination, though it felt like 5 hours instead of 5 minutes. the nurses eyes widened to the sight  to me bellowing, hunched over in pain. "OH my goodness! Are you ok?!" I looked up slowly at her but nothing come out of mouth, just whimpers. My mother proceeded to tell her what she knew. I sat there in my mind screaming for help. An icepack didn't help in the slightest, nothing  they did helped this inseparable pain. I worked up the strength to tell them what happened. They put me on a wheel chair and wheeled me out into the long narrow parking lot to our car. My eye's still watering, I told my mother the amount pain I was in and something was not right, she rolled her eye's again and said "Victoria, calm down you're fine. We're going to the doctor right now." I sat there in complete and udder anger. My mom has the full right to not believe be  me but this is different! Mom won't understand! It really got my blood boiling. 

When we got to the doctor, the slightest touch to the foot was like a spear piercing the throbbing, puffy, swollen foot. The doctor advised us to go to an orthopedics clinic to get the foot checked out. They also made me go to get a MRI. In the mean time they put my foot in a boot and I was forced to use a scooter for mouths on end.