My heart sank to the depths of my stomach, a sense of overwhelming doom started to fill the void now left in my chest. I thought...after three years. Three years, I thought I would be dead to the world. Forgotten with time.
"Kasey 'Prodigy' Morgan! That's you right?" Sadie said with a smile, holding up her phone screen to show me a video I've seen countless times in the three years since it was posted.
KASEY 'FALLEN PRODIGY' MORGAN DIES IN THE SLS FINALS!!! (NOT CLICKBAIT! GONE WRONG!)
Three million views of the worst moment of my life, and families life. I don't even know how many of those views where from just me. The video paused just as I set the board down for my approach. That moment just so happens to be the last moment I remember of the whole thing. After that moment, everything is blank. Up until I woke up in the hospital two months later.
"No..." I said breathlessly. All my air in my lungs ran dry, my knees gave out and I collapsed to the ground.
"Whoa what the hell!" Saide said, putting her phone away and quickly rushing to my side. "Hey, breathe man!"
Saide sat me up, and leaned my back against the stone railings for the stairs we stood on. A crowd had gathered to see the commotion.
"Hey, screw off you vultures!" Saide shouted at the group. They dispersed and she turned back to me. "Kasey? Are you ok? You're paler than a ghost!"
"...no..." mumbled from my mouth. The beeps from the EKG machine that was hooked up to me for almost a year, started to grow in my ears.
"I-I'm sorry!" Sadie said. "I didn't know you'd react like this! I just wanted to say I was a huge fan! Come on Kasey breathe!"
She began to rub my chest, until I could breathe again. The blood rushed back into my face, and my racing heart started to go back to normal. My skin still cold and clammy, beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
"Hey, you ok?" Saide said softly, she took off her bag and sat next to me. "I'm so sorry! I didn't think... I'm so sorry!" Sadie was near on the verge of tears, guilt eating her up from the inside.
"It's—ok..." I said. "Sorry... I...um... I had hoped I'd never be recognized again..."
"I'm sorry..." Saide said. "I should have thought more! That's a big problem with me, I do things without thinking and it always get's me into trouble. Of course the video of your worst day of your life would set you off in a tail spin. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." Saide pounded a bawled up fist against her forehead with slight thuds. She popped her face up. "Ok as an apology. How about I take you out to a concert?" she said excitedly.
"Like...a date?" I said.
She chuckled. "Yeah sure. It's a date! So is that a yes?"
I thought for a moment. The thought of going to a mysterious concert with who knows what music didn't sound to great to me. But on the other hand. She was very hot. "Yeah... it's a date."
She grinned. "Awesome!" she jumped up to her feet, her board slipping out from her hand and clattering down the steps. She quickly ran down them to grab the board and ran back up. "Sorry. Yeah, uh. I don't know where you live."
"I don't know either," I said, truthfully. "I just moved and... kinda haven't learned my address yet. It's kinda hard to remember stuff now. After...that." I pointed to her phone in her hand. "But I live a couple blocks away. I know it's on the peninsula of Long Beach. If that makes any sense?"
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Skate to Oblivion
Teen FictionKasey Morgan at 14 was a professional skateboarder, in the biggest competition in his life. But one mistake landed him severe injuries that almost killed him. Now he's 17 depressed and refuses to acknowledge the skateboarding world again. HIs family...
