The Softballer *Discontinued*

Chapter 10

Chapter 10
Edited

*4 years later * *she is now seventeen*

I take a deep breath. I pushed off the pitchers mound as hard as I could, while swinging my arm around as fast as I could. I released the softball at my hip, going right into Cristie's, Bella's mom, glove.

"63. Come on! You can pitch faster that that! I've seen you pitch 65! You got this," Cristie says, annoyed that I only hit a 63.

"Cris-I mean mom, we've been pitching for a hour! I'm really tired!" I say back to her.

"Fine, throw a change-up and we will quit,"

I do the same thing I do with the pitch before, but instead the ball is rotating backwards, causing it to slow down. The softball goes right down the middle, about waist high, a perfect strike. Cristie takes off her catching gear, and gets off of the bucket she uses to to sit on while catching.

I go inside the house I now call my home. I go inside my room, and lie on the bed. It's 8:31 on a Monday night, so I think I will go take a shower.

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After I get done with that, I go to get a Q-tip, but find none in the jar we normally keep them in. I go into the cabinet to get some, but the first thing I see is a razor blade.

<FLASHBACK>
*1 year after moms death*
Today is the anniversary, but not the kind you think. Today is the anniversary of moms death. I blame myself for it everyday. I quit softball, and now everything is going down-hill. The only good thing is that Ryan and Cristie, Bella's parents, adopted me. I go into the bathroom. I can't take it. I grab a razor blade and slash it against my left wrist. Blood starts to come out of the cut. I can tell its not very deep. I cut myself over, and over, until everything turns black.
<END OF FLASHBACK>

I shake that memory out of my head, and grab a hand-full of Q-tips. I put them all in the jar, only leaving one for me.

I clean my ears with it, then throw it away. I brush my teeth and put on deodorant. I put on my pajamas.

I go to my room, and hop back on my bed. I hear a knock on my door, even though it's wide open.

"Yes?" I question.

"How are you doing?" Cristie asks, softly.

"I'm fine, why?" I ask. I'm not sure why I wouldn't be.

"No reason, I just wanted to be sure," she reensuringly says. "I love you, you know," she mumbles.

"Yeah, I do know. I love you, too," I whisper quietly. If I spoke over a whisper, I would be crying right now.

"Do you want me to leave you alone, now?" She asks in a voice full of love.

"If you want to. I don't care either way," I reply. She gets up and walks away.

I grab my phone and plug in my earphones. I put them in my ears and turn on the shuffle option. The song Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne starts to play as my mind leaves earth and goes to a total different world.

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