Life in A Dance Routine

Disaster

It's a few weeks later. We're about to go out for competition. We're only doing bar and vault today. Anthony is here with my mom.
I walk out with Sarah. And I stop. My dad stands by the door.
"Callie, what is it?" I turn.
"My dads here."
"It's okay focus. Relax. He's not here."
I look at my mom and Anthony and motion towards the door. Anthony looks back at me with a face I have never seen before. Is it a face of worry? Maybe.
"You can do it. Show him who you truly are."
I head to the bar. I put my hand on the small bar. The judges give me the okay. I get up and swing over. I stand on top of the bar and jump on to the tallest one. I swing over and flip my hands. I go up for my back flip over and to stand on the bar. I head up. My back arcs. I'm not going to make it over. My back hits the bar. I fall to the ground on my front.
I can't move. I can't feel my back. Tears stream down my face from the pain.
Coach Aria walks to me.
"You alright?"
I shake my head no.
Anthony and my mom run to me.
"Callie!" I hear Sarah yell.
I can't catch my breath. It hurts when I breathe. I heard the crack when I hit the bar. I look to the door. My dad shuts the door. Walk out on me again! You jerk!
Someone touches my back. I scream.
My eyes start to close slowly. I can't hold back from the pain. I rest my head on my forearm. And everything goes black.