Flower Face

Prologue (Pt. 2)

TW//: If any of the following are triggering to you, I recommend you reconsider reading this chapter. Substance abuse, domestic abuse, alcohol abuse, drugs, medication, bipolar, ED's and episodes.

Picking up from the part where I started, I got into an accident.

That day was the worst day of my life. January 2nd, 2009. I was eleven and my parents were arguing over something stupid, probably a photo shoot we had to do. Anyways, my mom didn't come to the game and we were running behind. I was also extremely tired, running on two hours of sleep and didn't eat that day at all.

My dad was talking my ear off in the car instead of pumping me up for my game. We were mid season too. There wasn't much to look forward too, because elimination hadn't even started. Be aware, we were really good. We even got to travel to Minneapolis for a game and Chicago and Milwaukee, Portland and San Francisco.

Everywhere else was maintained so well, and pretty, alive and populated. I think my dad saw that too, this game was home after traveling for three straight weeks to different states. South Dakota was coming to us.

I remember the car ride to the rink and the way it felt outside. Frigid. I didn't even have time to practice with the rest of the team. Then, my coach got angry at me. SD arrived and there I was on the rink, with 8,000 things on my mind.

When the accident happened, the puck hit me right in my right eyebrow bone and then I fell over, my helmet came off. Someone slid because of the collision that happened. Their blade sliced my head and then I went slamming into the rink.

The rink was bloody and my eyebrow bone was cut, then my scalp. I felt weak and dehydrated. All I remember is a bunch of girls over top of me and then the paramedics. I was put on a bunch of medication and went into emergency surgery after they did a CT scan. I had an Inter-cerebral hemmoragic stroke.

Apparently the inter-cerebral lobe of my brain was bleeding but it was savable. After surgery, I got 12 stitches in the scalp and 3 in the eyebrow.

My body finally felt restored, to all its levels. I was taken care of and my dads hospital food bill was higher then the last minute plane tickets my dad had to get.

My mother appeared and the doctor told her when she got there that, they were gonna have to take me to a psychiatrist and make sure that I was still thinking the same. I wouldn't be able to go back to regular school and physical therapy might be needed because I had a broken collarbone that they also replaced while in surgery.

She rubbed my cheek and gave me a delicate, sympathetic smile. Im pretty sure that's the last time my mother told me she loved me.

I soon was able to walk again, but my collarbone was not able to move. Angela, was the only girl who appeared and I heard from a little bird that it was her collision with another team member that caused the other girls blade to slice my head.

It was all a freak accident, but Angela and her mother gave me the prettiest roses and chocolates and a beautiful card. Angela, put her number in there and when I got my phone back that was the first thing I did. I texted her.

When they took my stitches out, my mom held my hand and I was told too stay in bed for one more week.

It was nice. Camille probably wanted to kill me but Sammy our maid helped keep the house clean and served me whatever I wanted. My mother had her office job and the media building to go too, while my dad morphed into an alcoholic.

He wouldn't come home until really late at night, two In the morning sometimes. He was off his face and would try to guilt my mother into sex, the whole week I stayed home. Camille would be asleep. But, I'd hear every conversation and every night when mom would be upset with him and he'd fix it with his dick.