Running back

When all the pieces fall apart

2 months ago
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"Alix! Come on!", my father yelled from downstairs. I had a skating match that day and I had begged and begged my father to take off work to come watch.

My brother wanted to come to so I was getting ready when my dad yelled for me.

"Coming!", I responded. I pulled my goggles on over my hair setting them just above my forehead.

I pulled on my tennis shoes and grabbed my skates off my bed. I put my watch in a pocket Marinette had made me forever ago on my upper arm.

I made sure it was velcroed and looked in the mirror one last time before heading out. I ran down the stairs, my footsteps thundering through the house.

I bolted out the door after grabbing a string cheese and a few carrots for Fluff if I needed them, along with a granola bar.

That day was supposed to be fun.

My dad AND my brother watching my race, at the same time? It was supposed to be amazing.

I remember feeling like I was on a sugar high, I was ready to go. We were all laughing when it happened.

The last thing I heard my dad say was my name. "Alix!", he had yelled.

I had jerked my head up from the urgency in his voice. A car hit us from the side my dad and brother where on.

I remember closing my eyes in terror, my arms wrapped around myself. I felt my body being yanked around due to the flipping car.

I remember my brothers girly high pitched scream. He had wrapped his arms around me, only for him to get knocked in the head with some heavy thing my dad had in the car.

I remember feeling his arms going limp around me. I remember me not moving for minutes after the crash, I couldn't open my eyes.

I was to shocked.

I hadn't realized I had passed out until I woke up in a hospital bed.

The smell of medication and way to much sanitizing spray hit me like a wave. I would have probably bolted up if I wasn't connected to countless wires.

At that point I was trying to figure out why I was here. But that only lasted a few moments because every time I closed my eyes I could hear there screams or see the car hitting us, or feel my brothers arms go limp around me.

I yelled for a nurse and when one finally ran through the door she seemed a little shocked that I was sitting up.

"Are my dad and brother alright?", I croaked. My arms ached with pain and they were really cold.

"I will update you if there is any progress with the Kubdel's", she said. I grabbed her arm as she was about to leave.

"Please, are they alright?", I asked again. I could tell just by the woman's face that my eyes were pleading.

"I'm sorry miss but your father and brother have passed away, I'm sorry for your loss", she said, walking out the door.

It took about a month to get better, I had a couple broken ribs and my arm had a rather deep cut on it.

But when it was healed I didn't know what to do with myself. Friday's where the loneliest of all.

Friday's where special to me, me and Kim would always study together, race at the park, or on rainy days we'd watch movies or try and prank my brother.

After about two weeks alone in New York on a Friday I was looking through my dads old stuff, trying to decide what to get rid of since I wouldn't need all of their stuff laying around.

I found an old yearbook from when I turned 15. But it looks like dad added empty pages and made it a scrapbook sorta thing about me. I flipped through it, seeing pictures of me as timebreaker, bunnyx, and me at all ages.

I smiled as I flipped through, there were short messages beside each picture. On one picture I was on Kim's shoulders and I was brought back to that day.

We were 12, it was a hot summer day and we were at the park. At the time I hated being short, so Kim would carry me on his shoulders all the time.

I always had fun messing up his hair from up there. Another time he put me up on his shoulders by Chloe's pool and we fell in, soaking Chloe to the bone.

Those were good times with Kim, he always knew how to have the most fun. I flipped to the last page, staring  at the simple writing for what seemed like forever.

Happy 19th birthday Alix, if you want to go back to Paris, I won't stop you, not anymore.

My birthday was the week after the crash, did dad know this would happen?

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After Alix left... the whole world went dark. I hadn't realized how much the pink haired skater meant to me, until she was gone.

But the weeks got long and never ending. I found myself feeling lonely on Friday's and wishing I could bike to Alix's house and she'd be there.

Without our study nights it was only a matter of time until I started failing. I only got into the college I did because of sports.

Then I messed that up to, I was so depressed, missed her so much. I did the thing we'd promised we'd never do.

I drank.

Got ahold of anything I could, I managed to get myself kicked off the team, then I flunked college.

I gave up all hope after that, I stopped working out and ignored my friends.

I became the worlds most depressing hermit you've ever seen, only left my house for food and the updated iPhone.

And it continued like that, for a whole year, that is until an akuma found me, and not long after, a old friend appeared on my doorstep, on a Friday no less.

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So I'm bored you guys and I was feeling like writing something dramatic, so here you are!

Enjoy!

(And no Lila ain't Hawkmoth, I've got a storyline I'm waiting to address behind the new Hawkmoth, or should I say Soie Butterfly?)

(Yes that will probably be her name 😂)