It's complicated

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Swing, release, catch, dismount. My feet hit the crash mat and I knew I'd done well, this was the most important gymnastics competition of my life. The Olympic Trials. All I had to do now was do well on the beam and I'm off to Rio. I walk away from the bars and give my coach a high five before mentally prepping myself for the beam.
I stood next to the beam, preparing myself. I saluted at the judges and then I began, I felt confident, I was landing everything well, now for the final skill before the dismount. I through myself backwards but then I suddenly felt out of control, my head slammed against the hard, wooden beam and my vision went dark around the edges, I could hear screams of concern but I couldn't reply, instead I allowed my vision to go completely black.

My eyelids opened and I couldn't remember when I fell to sleep but I knew I probably had traing so I tried to stand up but then realised I couldn't move, I felt trapped down to the bed. I screamed for some help, surely my parents will come into my room and just realise that something's fallen on me in the night. I hear the door open and loads of people talking but I cant see any of them, I can't be at home/
"Briar, you're in hospital. You had an accident earlier today but I believe you wont remember it." A voice from next to me says
"How?" I need to know more
"You were at the Olympic trials and you hit your head on the beam." I'm told by the same voice
"No I wasn't, it's not even the right time of the year for the Olympic trials." I say, he must've just got the wrong name
"What day is it?" I'm asked, that gets me thinking. I 'm certain we're in 2015, probably November
"The 28th of November?" I guess
"Errm, no. It's the 11th July 2016." Wait, what? If this voice is true then maybe I was competing at the Olympic trials
"Oh, I guess I have concussion." I suggest, knowing I must do
"Yes, I'm sorry. You also have three crushed spinal plates and your head ahs had stitches put in it." Oh, I guess I won't ever go to the Olympics now. Gymnastics is my passion, I train 40 hours a week and my dream of going to the Olympics I've had since before I can remember but now I guess all of that is just a distant memory. I close my eyes, signalling to the doctors to leave, after a few minutes the room falls silent again, allowing my to relax slightly. Right now I need to stop thinking about gymnastics and focus on getting better because this accident is not the end of my life.

This is the start of my new book, sorry it took do long to upload it but I needed  planning time❤️