Problems With Love

Problems With Love Chapter 1

Kristen's POV

I wake up to the sound of someone banging on my bedroom door. "Kristen wake up if you're coming to practice with me!!" a familiar voice yelled. "Ok give me a few minutes and I'll be downstairs!" I yelled back. God my brother can be so annoying sometimes.

My name is Kristen Versteeg and I'm 21 years old. Yeah, my older brother is Kris Versteeg, number 23 for the Chicago Blackhawks. He used to be 32 but after we won the cup in 2010 he got traded to Florida. When he came back, 32 was taken so he had to switch numbers. I was really sad when we moved from a great city.

I climbed out of my warm bed to get dressed. As I pulled on a Toews shirsey and some black skinny jeans, I remembered the move to Florida. It was miserable.

FLASHBACK

I was really close with the whole hawks team. They were all basically my brothers. I was especially close with Antti Niemi. I really liked him as more than a friend, but he got married in 2009. It killed me a little inside, but we were still really close. Plus I had a boyfriend named Jared. I hated him. He didn't care about me. He only cared about himself. He was also abusive. If I didn't to want to do something he did, like have sex, he would hurt me. He would slap me, punch me, kick me, cut me, and sometimes even knock me out. I tried to break up with him, but he held a gun to my head. Luckily Kris and Niemi were hanging out and came back to the house just in time. They saved me. They attacked Jared from behind and knocked him out. Kris called the police while Antti comforted me. I was sitting on the ground, balled up , crying and scared. He hugged me and told me everything was going to be ok. Jared woke up when the police arrived and he was arrested. Antti was the only guy in the team who knew besides my brother. He would always comfort me and try to help me. I loved him for that. But of course, after the final, I was moving to Florida and he was off to San Jose, California.

The people in Florida were nice, but not nearly nice as Chicagoans. The team didn't like me as much either. I wasn't really close with any of the guys besides my brother. I could tell they weren't so fond of me. I ended up getting really depressed for almost a whole year. I cried myself to sleep almost every night that year. I literally had no friends. I didn't understand it. Everyone liked my brother. Then again he was a Stanley Cup champion hockey player. Kris knew what I was going through and tries to help, but it didn't work. I tried committing suicide to make everyone else happy by purposely overdosing on pain killers. My brother found me in the bathroom barely alive. He he told me the while story. He said he called 911 and tried to keep me alive. The paramedics arrived just in time. I was rushed to the hospital with Kris by my side. The doctors did everything they could and saved me. I ended up in a coma. It only lasted 4 days. When I woke up, Kris was by my bed. I could tell he was really sleep deprived and had been crying. In fact he was still crying. "Hey," he said in a soft, quiet, comforting voice. "hi" I responded weakly. I didn't remember exactly what happened, but Kris told me everything. I knew I wasn't appreciated in Florida, but as Kris was telling the story, I realized how much he loved me and needed me in his life. I never tried committing suicide again, but started cutting.

END FLASHBACK

The memory brought tears to my eyes. Even though it's already been like 6 months since we came back to Chicago, I was really happy to be back. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and put on some mascara. I slipped into some Toms, grabbed my iPhone, and my small cross-body purse and ran downstairs.

I poured a bowl of cereal and started eating. 5 minutes later Kris came running down in a Blackhawks strength shirt and sweat pants. He have me a weird look. "Toews..... really?" he questioned. "What I own a shirsey of every guy on the team!!" I say truthfully. Kris rolled his eyes. "Whatever" We eat in silence until it's time to leave.

Kris's POV

BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! My alarms interrupts my sleep. I roll over and look at my clock. 7:45. I climb out of bed and go to get my 21 year old sister, Kristen up. I make my way down the long hallway. I turn left and go down another hallway, this time much shorter. I bang on her door. "Kristen wake up if you're coming to practice with me!!" I yell. "Ok give me a few minutes and I'll be downstairs!" I her her yell back. I go back into my room, grab my phone, and plonk down onto my bed. I scroll through my Twitter. I see a tweet from one of my old teammates back in Florida. I remembered Florida very well. It was different, yet the same as Chicago. people were nice and friendly, well to me at least. For some reason everyone hated Kristen, even the team. She would cry a lot and was just miserable. I felt so bad for her. I tried to help, but nothing worked. I remember one day, I found her almost dead in the bathroom.

FLASHBACK

Kristen had gone into the upstairs bathroom over an hour ago. The water wasn't running and was never turned on. The toilet never flushed. I decided to go up to check on her. I knocked, but there was no answer. I yelled for her,but again no answer. I tried opening the door but sure enough, the door was locked. Luckily I had a key with me just in case this happened. After unlocking the door, I opened it. I found Kristen laying in the bathroom floor unconscious, with a bottle if pain killers next to her. She must've overdosed. I checked for a pulse and found one. it was very faint. I called 911 right away. I stayed with her while waiting for the paramedics. I started crying. I couldn't loose my sister. She made me so happy and I loved her so much. If I was having a bad day, or if I came home after a bad loss, she would make me feel so much better. When the paramedics arrived, the checked for a pulse. They fouls one but it was almost nothing. They got her on a stretcher and rushed her to the ambulance. I followed in my car. When we reached the hospital, they made me sit in the waiting room. They had to run many tests on her. San Jose was in town because we had played them the night before. I texted Antti and told him what happened. He came to the hospital 10 minutes later. After hours of waiting and catching up, we were finally able to see Kristen. She wasn't in a coma yet and was awake. Her face lit up when she saw Antti. We all talked for a while but then Antti had to leave to go back to San Jose. After talking for another hour, the doctor came in and told me visiting hours were over. I hugged my sister and left. Over night,her conditioned worsened and she slipped into a coma. It was devestating. I couldn't live without my sister. It lasted four days before she woke up. She spent 6 more days in the hospital before being released. I had missed 3 games and 6 or 7 practices, but the guys didn't care since they found out what happened. She never tried committing suicide again, but I knew she was cutting.

END FLASHBACK

Then I realized I spent 10 minutes on Twitter. I had to leave in 15 minutes. I quickly got dressed and ran down for breakfast. Kristen was already at the table in her phone. She was wearing a Towes shirsey. "Toews really?" I asked. "What?! I own a shirsey of every guy on the team!" she exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. "whatever" I could tell she had been crying. She had probably had a flashback of Florida. She's been having a lot of those lately.