Sun On Sunday

Chapter One

It's amazing how in one part of the world, someone can be having the greatest day of their lives. Meanwhile, mine is crumbling like every goddamned day of my life.

Well it wasn't so bad at first. My life was fine and perfect, until two days after my fifth birthday.

It was a clear, sunny day. I was playing soccer with my older brother, Eiden, who was seven at the time, on the front lawn. I kicked the ball into my goal for the second time, and that's when things started to go downhill.

I started getting out of breath and I felt very lightheaded. I collapsed onto the grass and couldn't move. I had a feeling of numbness coursing through my body. Nausea swelled in my stomach.

I heard my brother call out for our parents and that's when I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. I couldn't remember what happened after I scored that second goal. I knew what happened though because they always told me the story.

After I had collapsed and Eiden called for my parents, I started sweating. Then, my body started twitching and I convulsed into a very abnormal, painful looking position. After that occurred, my mother ran into the house and called for an ambulance. An ambulance immediately took me to the hospital where they steadied my racing heart and slowed breathing.

When I had found myself awake in the hospital, my mother was staring over me. I asked her how long I had been in the hospital for. She replied with two simple words, one week. When I heard that, I was in disbelief. I didn't think I could have been asleep for a whole week.

She must have seen the suprise on my face because then she explained how my body went into shock and I was in a coma.

After that, I stayed in the hospital for another couple of days until they finally released me. Even after I was released, I was confined to my bed for another three weeks in case any other incidents occurred.

After those three weeks, I was allowed out of my bed, only because it was my first day of school. My parents were positive that nothing would happen because I hadn't had any other seizures. The thought it was only going to be a one time thing. They were wrong.

My mom took Eiden and me up to the elementary school. She gave Eiden and me each a hug good bye. Eiden took my hand and walked me to my classroom.

"Have fun, Sunday," Eiden said squeezing my hand good bye once we got to the classroom.

"Thanks Eiden," I said giving his hand a squeeze back before he walked off to find his second grade classroom.

I walked into my kindegarten classroom not knowing what to expect. I saw other kids, books, and a friendly looking teacher smiling down at me.

"Hello there! You must be Sunday. You can go sit next to Fay. I don't think she will mind. I am Mrs.Smith," my teacher said. She escorted me over to Fay and I sat down in the desk next to her.

I went over to put my backpack where everyone else's was when my world came down again. I started getting dizzy and couldn't walk straight. My whole head was pounding. A wave of nausea crashed over me. That's when I collapsed on the ground. My whole body became numb before passing out.

When I woke up this time, I was again, in a hospital bed. Only difference is that this time my dad was standing over me instead of my mom. She was outside with Eiden and both of them were sobbing. My dad looked like he was recently crying.

I asked him how long it had been this time. He told me two weeks. I didn't think it was possible for me to be asleep for so long.

Then he told me something that no five year old ever expects to hear. He told me that the seizures will keep happening. They will be better or worse. Either way, you will have to make sure you get plenty of rest after each one happens. The next thing will always haunt me.

In the most innocent way he could say it, he told me that I would only have two years to live. I spent the rest of that day sobbing. Eventually Eiden and my mom came in and we all sat on my bed and cried together.

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To this day I will always remember that time when they thought I would die so young. I'm still young but I've lived much past seven. I'm fifteen and still going strong.