It had been a week since I heard those words. Carrie was still in a coma showing no signs of improvement and Kylie well she was still dead. Carrie was my closest sibling. Us only being two years apart. You could say she was my built in best friend. Kylie was 10 years older than me and moved out when I was 9 so I never really grew up with her. Don't get me wrong it still hurt more than I can describe that she was gone, but nothing hurt more than seeing your best friend in such a helpless state. Seeing her laying there not even being able to breathe on her own. I still hadn't been back to school. My mom called my coaches that I wouldn't show up to the game we had a week ago. Or any practices after that for a while but never said why. No one knew but family. And when I went back I would like to keep that way. I was the strong tough one. Not the one who shows her emotions and that she is broken on the inside and can't feel anything but empty. I told my mom I would be going to school on Monday in three days. She didn't think I should but said it was up to me and we would see Monday morning.
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It was Sunday afternoon we went to morning church but not class and sat in the back. We left immediately after, we still hadn't told anyone there yet either. It wasn't that we were scared to it's just that we didn't want anyone else to feel what we were feeling in the moment. It was only a matter of time until someone figured out but till then it would remain secret.
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It was Monday morning the first time in a week my normal life would resume. "Mom promise me you will tell me any news about Carrie." "Of, course honey you will be the first one I call. Well second if your dad isn't with me." "Ok, I love you mom see you after school."
The way there I tried to listen to my hype up playlist to get me happier and in the mood to be cheerful, but It didn't work. "Here I am." I speak out loud to myself. "Let's go." I avoided all the people I could as I walked to athletics. But I soon as I walked in to the locker room all I hear is noise. "OLIVIA, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE PAST WEEK!" And other versions of that were all I could hear. "My mom was really sick and we didn't want it to spread so I stayed home." I tried to sound as normal as possible and I guess it worked because there was an outburst of "Oh well I hope she is ok" and "Is she all good now." I responded with an curt "she is all good now. Let's get to practice." During practice I couldn't make any shots. To be fair the only time I had touched a basketball in the past week is when I threw it across my backyard as hard as I could trying to get all my feelings out breaking my window. Which was still broken at this very moment. During our after practice run all I could think is if I go faster and faster I can just run away from all of this. That's how I ended up tripping during the last lap and getting all scraped up on the sidewalk. But I couldn't show pain because I was in front of every one by a lot I hopped back up and finished the run. "Olivia come to my office please" I look around to see coach sky in the doorway. "Sure thing coach." I respond. After changing my shoes to my crocs I walk to the office. "What's up coach. Also I need keys to the training room." "Let's cut to the chase Olivia, you missed school for a week after having perfect attendance since your freshman year. Your shooting was definitely not you best to day and you were running like there was someone with a chainsaw chasing you outside. I know something is wrong and your not leaving this office until you tell me" "I'm sorry I - I'm - I can't. Then it happened my emotions being shown to my coach of all people. I just start crying and can't stop. I fell I cold hand on my shoulder. A soft voice says "it's okay... you can tell me."
