Never Be the Same

Never Be the Same V

V

                The Titans were beating the Giants twenty-eight to nothing. Beck was throwing an amazing game with only one interception and that wasn’t even his fault. There were only fifteen minutes left on the game clock and, I can assure you that, the entire school was on the edge of their chilly bleacher seat.

                Brittany and the cheerleaders were continuing to cheer their platinum blonde heads off. Every now and then I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes darted up to the top row of the bleacher seats. It was beginning to creep me out, especially when I felt like her eyes bore into mine…

                Beck and his offensive linemen were setting up for their next play. They were at the Giants’ forty yard line and pushing for another touchdown to seal the Giants’ fate. He called out the play and the second the ball was tossed back to him the entire field went into slow motion.

                One of the defensive linemen for the Giants broke a block from one of the guys in black and red in front of Beck. With his eyes fixated on Rick, inching closer to the ten yard line as the seconds ticked by, he didn’t see the two large linemen who were able to break through our linemen’s tackles. No sooner had the pig skin left his hand did the two massive linemen connect with Beck.

                They didn’t connect property, one decided to take out his legs as the other decided to take out his chest; each coming from opposite sides. A sickening crunch could even be heard from the very top of the bleachers.

                I felt my world collapse beneath my feet as the referees pulled the Giants’ players off of my boyfriend. Everyone in the stands was on their feet, their hands held over their mouths as silence bathed us all. Coach Stiles stood on the edge of the field, watching everything unfold just like the rest of us.

                Beneath the mammoth Giants players lay Beck, completely unmoving. The referee motioned for Coach Stiles to join them in the middle of the field. I’ve never seen the Coach move so fast in my high school career; although that shouldn’t have been my main focus.

                I pushed my way out of my aisle and started running down the stairs two at a time. “Beck!” I called out, watching as my sudden outburst seemed to do nothing to those who surrounded me. “No, Beck!” Tears trailed down my cheeks relentlessly as I struggled to get to the bottom of the bleachers.

                The Titans football team flooded the field in order to see their injured comrade and teammate. The referee had backed off, allowing Coach Stiles and the rest of the football staff all the space required to examine Beck’s condition.

                Someone’s voice rang out in admits the clamour of the field. “Someone call 911, he’s not responding!” it was then that I stopped moving completely. There was no longer any breath in my lungs and I found myself gripping onto the freezing railing. The football team created an effective shield around their fallen teammate, removing him from the sight of us panicking bodies standing shocked in the stands.

                Before I could regain my hold on myself, however, I felt a hand on my back. From my spot in the dead centre row of the bleachers I hadn’t a clue in the world who was behind me.

                As I turned my head and my blurred vision to the side that hand on my back gave me a shove. It was gentle at first, like a simple bump from someone passing by, but it soon escaladed until it’d thrown my balance off key.            

                The ground came towards my face at a rapid pace. People shrieked behind me; what, I couldn’t tell. I was too busy praying to God Beck would be okay.