Hard Times - Yuri Plisetsky x reader

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     "Here  we have a triple axel, triple toe loop, followed by quadruple salchow! Unbelievable,"

   A slight smile appears on my face as I rewatch the recordings of my self. I feel tears slide down my (e/c) eyes as I reminisce on the past.

    "Because of this (f/n) (l/n) representing France will take home the gold! Unbelievable, at just 16 years old she is already a 3 time world champion and is considered unbeatable,". I remember this day so well. I remember how much they praised me.

I let out a small giggle as I keep watching. The video changes from being on me, to my coach. My coach at the time was Lilia Baranovskaya. A former prima ballerina.

"The separations between first and second place are usually 3/10s to 5/10s but not with (y/n) she will win by 1 or 2 points. (Y/n) will add more elements with more difficulty while maintaining beauty and grace."

   Lilia once told me that strength meant nothing with out beauty. At the time I didn't understand it. I never saw myself as either of those. Even now. I'm not beautiful and I'm far from being strong.

  3 years later and I'm at the weakest point in my life. Due to some unfortunate events that took place after winning my 3rd junior division Grand Prix final, I decided to take a break. That break turned into 3 years. So now here I am, a single 19 year old girl living lavish in what would be in US currency a 1.2 million dollar mansions in the quiet place of Marseille France . With  all the things going on in my life I decided that I needed privacy. So I surrounded myself with trees and lakes. I live alone.

    I recently just came back from a trip to Rome. I went there to visit. It was a small vacation. My therapist suggests that I should take more vacations to take things off my mind, but they never seem to work.  I feel that if I take my eyes off of one thing for too long, it'll disappear. So I decided to leave the trip and come back home.

Beep beep

The alarm I set on my phone goes off. It alerts me that it is already 9:30 am. I get ready by
applying makeup and doing my hair. I put on a black tight long sleeved shirt with a pair of jeans , a long trench coat and some heels. Around this time I head to the ice rink not far from where I live. When I found out they were going to tear down this ice rink I was devastated. This is where I was discovered as a ice skater. This is where I was first learned how to skate. This is where I came to when it wasn't safe to go home. So I bought the property and kept it exactly how it is.

    In my car I manage to pull up to the rink. It looks old and broken  down. I'm the only one here, but it's always like that.  I wasn't sure how to take proper care of a rink, so I kept it closed to the public. I take out the key from my Prada purse and open up the rink.

I walk past the gate and toward the actual rink. When I step inside I feel the cool brisk wind hit my face , but I soon adjust to the slight change in temperature. At the end of the rink there is a small office. I walk towards that office.
Slowly I open the door. I get the same tingly feeling in my body and I feel my eyes start to swell up with tears. They slide down my eyes as I look before me.

Medals are hung all around the room, all of them belonging to my dear friend Melina Heig. My knees feel weak , I feel myself drop onto the floor. My hands make their way to my face as I try to cover up my tears.

It's been years and I still feel overwhelmed walking in here. Slight sobs escape my lips. I don't even try to stop myself. For the past 3 years I've been doing this. I know it's hurting me, but I can't help it. It's over now, she's gone. But some how that thought just won't finish processing through my head. No matter how much I want to, no matter how hard I try, I just can't move on.

In a drawer located on one of the ends of the room are one of Melina's most prized possession. The thing she loved, but the thing that killed her. I open the cabinet and take out the drug. On the label it read 'XANAX'. These were the pills that ruined my family, killed my friend, and were slowly driving me insane.

   I never took any of the pills, due to the fear of never being able to stop. But yet I could never bring myself to throw these stupid things away. Melina loved these pills so much. I just don't understand why. Why did she not tell me ?

"Oh Mel, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have done more. If I had we could still be together, still skating,". I pry myself against the wall, hold the pills to my chest, and lay my head on my knees. "I wonder what you would think. You were made for skating, at least I still think you were."

    My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden slam. The door to entering the office was wide open. My eyes were still filled with tears so the vision was blurry. But I was able to see 3 bodies standing in the door frame.

I blink away the tears and look at the figures. My vision starts to clear up. The first figure I see was the one and only Lilia Baranovskaya. Her assistant was next to her, although I did not know her name. But the other person who stood next to her was one I did not recognize.  A tall male figure with long blonde hair framing his structured face  and piercing green eyes.

"Please tell me you're joking."