Football One Shots

~Neymessi~

Part two (Not Edited)
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"You need to see a therapist Neymar..." Ramón whispered quietly.
The team was hovering outside the office door, waiting for answers. I wasn't going to give them any though.
"No it's fine. Those scars are old. And I'm managing my anxiety and depression just fine." I tried to sound confident but it came out more like a question.
"I'll text you a list of my personal favorites tomorrow. You'll attend twice a week for an hour each time. This is not a recommendation if you want to keep your spot on the team. Are we clear?" I gulped and gave a slight nod.
"You're free to go then." I stood up and paced slowly to the door.
As soon as it opened, the teams heads were up and waiting for me to speak. I simply walked through the parting crowd of teammates and grabbed my bag from the bench.
"Ney..."
"Save it Lionel." I didn't spare him a look back as I marched out of the locker room and out to my car.
"Fucking ugh!" I yelled and slammed my fist against my car roof.
A small dent appeared and I sighed in frustration. I pressed my forehead against the window and dropped my bag to the pavement.
A stray tear fell from my right eye as I thought of everything that just happened.
"You're such a fuck up..." I whispered against the glass.
I sniffled and brushed the tear from my cheek with my shaky fingertips. The car door opened easily and I tossed my bag into the passenger seat.
The seat sunk a bit when I sat down and shut the door. My fingers shook as I tried to put the key into the ignition. A knock on the window caused me to jump into the air and shriek.
"What the hell Dani!" I bit as I rolled the window down.
"Sorry kid. Just informing you that we don't have practice tomorrow. Also, if you don't go to your therapy sessions, I will personally kill you." His face was serious so I knew he meant business.
"That doesn't sound too bad right now..." I whispered.
"Pick your head up Ney. We'll get you through this." He ruffled my hair and placed a kiss on my forehead before walking away.
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"Neymar!" I looked up from the boring magazine is been reading.
A man in a grey suit stood in the door with a clipboard and papers.
I stood up and walked towards him.
His white hair and wrinkly face mad him look like a helpless, old man, when in reality, he's probably better off then half the country.
I sat down on a black, leather chair that was equipped with a small leather pillow. The old man sat in a similar chair across from me.
"So Neymar, I've talked a bit with you trainer and he's given me an insight of what I'm dealing with. Before I say anything further, could you tell me what's going on?" I looked away from him as my hands began to shake.
"I-I'm fine." I squeaked as my forehead began to sweat.
"Now there is no need to lie to me Neymar. I'm here to help, not judge you. So, let's try this again, what's going on?" The silence that filled the room made me squirm as his gaze burned holes into me.
"I'm... Fine." The old man sighed and began to scribbled on his clipboard.
My fingers grew shaky and my breath thinned as the ticking of the clock filled my ears.
"Your next appointment will be Friday. Come ready to talk, okay?" I nodded and shot out of my seat.
The time it took me to open the door and get to my car was equivalent to the blink of an eye. The atmosphere in that room gave me the chills and made me weary of the Doctor.
I knew Ramón was going to hear an update on the appointment and report back to coach. I knew there would be consequences for the behavior I planned on taking up. Yet, I decided to hide away in my shell and now, well now I'd probably be losing playing time. All my fears we coming true and it was only making matters worse.
The familiar exhaustion I've felt for quite sometime decided to make itself known as my head began to pound and my eyes hurt. All I needed was a nice long nap in the warmth of my bed.
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My plans of sleeping were crushed when I pulled into my driveway and spotted Leo's car. I dragged my hand down my face and groaned as I thought about having social interaction instead of a nap. I took a deep breath and got out of the car.
Clicking the lock button twice and hearing the car honk, I marched towards the front door. I turned to knob and pushed the door open hastily.
When I entered the living room, I felt Leo's presence on my couch. I looked up as I pulled off my shoes and set them next to the door.
"Can I help you Lionel?" He huffed before standing up.
"How did your session go." I frowned.
"Great. Now please leave." I walked away towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
"You don't sound very convincing Neymar. Tell me the truth please." His voice came out desperate.
"Why do you care?" I asked with a hint of anger.
"Because I always have." I shook my head and chuckled.
My mind didn't know what to think as it ran in a million different directions. I put my empty water glass in the sink and leaned back against the counter.
"Sure, and I'm American. We can keep coming up with exotic lies all night if you want. It's your turn." I spat sarcastically.
"Neymar. Stop being so childish and listen to me. You know somewhere deep in there, I care." His finger poked my chest over my heart.
"Yeah? Well you have a funny way of showing it, huh?" Leo sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"You don't have to pretend. I know what you're feeling, every second of everyday that I'm with you. I know you like the back of my hand." He spoke softly.
"Then what am I feeling right now?" I asked.
Leo took a step forward and uncrossed his his arms.
"You feel like it's you against the world. You feel trapped and alone. You feel like you're in a sea of hate and you're hanging on by a thread. You feel like no one understands what you're going through, like no one has ever felt the same pain that you're feeling now. But that's where you're wrong. I've felt that pain. I feel it everyday. Do you know how many times I've failed my country? How many times I've disappointed them? How many times I've been blamed for not trying my best? I'm reminded every single day of how I can't seem to win anything for them. About how I am not the best footballer because I let the whole country down. My self worth is like a roller coaster that's constantly dropping ten feet, but only going up one. I'm never good enough for anyone! I fail everyone, including you... And for that, I'm sorry..." Leo's eyes were filled with tears and his breaths were heaving and sobs wracked through his body.
Leo fell forward as his legs gave out and I caught him swiftly in my arms. I held his fragile body as he cried his hear out. The sound of his cries making me realize that Leo is just like me, the only difference is that he is good at hiding his pain while I wear mine on my sleeve.
"You didn't let me down Leo... I let myself down..." I whispered.
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Thinking of doing a part 3!
Think I should?
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