💔Heartbreak 💔

Clumsy me

This chapter is going to be about Monday and Tuesday and how a lot of shit went down.

Monday
It was a great day none to complain until the afternoon/night time. I was messaging my internet friend when he started getting in my nerves and saying he can only ask questions and I must answer them otherwise I would be the one to regret this. I kept asking back as I'm not letting a 14 year old tell me what to do. Anyway he got pissed then o was upset and hurt and my friends could tell from my moods on our group chat while we were messaging. One if my friends privately messaged me asking what's going and ended up messaging him telling him how much of a dick he was being and how he was hurting me, not that he gave a shit. Anyway he's gone now. I'm glad though. Well apart of me is. I'm going to miss the talks at 12am when we would just talk about random things and when he would make sure I was ok and never talked about himself. But he's gone now, and I have to let go.

Tuesday
Ohhh let's talk about Tuesday. It was game day and everyone was so excited. I was so nervous though. The drive up there was nerve racking but I just listened to music and tried not tit hink about it.

We arrived earlier then we had thought so we began the game early. I was apt in central defence and was pumped for the game, beside the part that I was told to stay on player 9 who was the strongest.

The game started and it was going fine until in the first five minutes I fucking slipped and fell down landing straight onto my right knee and hearing a crack once I hit the ground. After a few seconds of staying on the ground I finally got up and pain shit straight through my knee. I just wanted to cry but I couldn't as the whole team would have thought I was a weakling. Once I looked up to see how the game was going, I realised that I was behind and needed to run up to the halfway line to keep any attacker offside. Running on it just made the pain worse. Everyone began asking if I was ok and if they need the coach to get me off but I just smiled and said I was ok.

After a while I heard everyone yelling KRISTY GET ON PLAYER 9. I wanted to just run off the field. I didn't deserve to be on there. They gave me the strongest player to look after and I could barely run because of my ducking knee. After that number 9 shot a goal and it was all my ducking fault. It was beginning to get annoying though as I kept calling for the ball by saying "yeah I got the ball,it's mine" but another player get running onto t and taking it right from me then I had everyone yelling at me to call for the ball when I fucking did.

It's now Wednesday and my knee still fucking hurts. Sharp pains keep running through my knee every minute. My knee keeps cracking and hurting so fucking much.

If only I could do things right for once 💭💭