You must login to vote
This is a story that I started working on a long time ago but I got the urge to work on it once again. It's the first story where I really tried to get into the mood of things and try to picture myself there. Comments are greatly appreciated since I am always eager to improve my writing.
It's funny how one little event can completely change your whole life. One day you're on top of the world and you think nothing can happen to you now,that you're invincible. Then, the next day you're completely thrown around and there's nothing that can help you. You find out that all of your friends pity you and you can't get within one hundred yards of them without somebody shooting you a sympathetic look.
Ryan then slammed down his worn down pencil and threw it across the room,making it hit the wall with a faint bang. Then he tore the piece of paper that he was writing on into little pieces, soon the words he had just written were demolished into an unreadable scrawl. " Oh no I don't have anger issues, none at all." Ryan said sarcastically mocking the psychologist that he had just been to see a few hours before. He was angry at his dad for bringing him there, right now all he wanted to do was hide from the world.
Finally he looked at the only picture on his desk, it was only taken a few weeks before but already the glass on the frame has many cracks in it. It was probably the last picture that was taken of him running. In the picture he looked so carefree and happy, now he looked insecure,scared and yet so angry at himself. When he looked in the mirror today he noticed a few things, one his face was alot paler,two he had huge circles under his eyes from not sleeping well, and three his face looked alot thinner. After he saw this he immediately started crying once more,almost everyday he cried now.
He looked at the picture for a few moments and then he slammed the picture down.Next he hastily pulled open a drawer and tossed it in. " There,now all I have to do is block all of those memories out of my head. God, I wish that Brian was here right now he's the only person who understands me. But even he says that it's not my fault, well they'll all understand eventually it's my fault!" Ryan said yelling out the last few words.
Then he slowly collected himself and then he picked up the phone that was in his room and hastily dialed Brian's number. It only took one ring for him to answer the phone, there was silence in the background." Hello, " He said quickly with his accent standing out slightly.
Brian had been born in Canada with Canadian parents, though he had lived is the United States for most of his life. He had did almost everything that Ryan did when he was in High School, except Brian had been going to one of the major high schools in Montana. While Ryan was going to one of the medium sized schools in Maine.Though right now Brian was going to the small community College so that someday he could be the main breeding manager at the farm where they both boarded at. Brian had only moved to Maine around a year ago so nobody really knew alot about him.
" It's Ryan, I can't take it any longer. I keep seeing who I used to be, I have to keep telling myself that it's over and done with and that the doctors said that I can't even jog anymore." Ryan said as he felt tears well up in his eyes.
" So, you're out of the hospital finally then? Or at least I assume that you are since it's quiet on your end of the line. I do have to tell you something very important though, you're very lucky to not only be alive but they think that you'll still be able to ride. My best friend, was in a extreme pileup on an interstate, he lost feeling from his chest down. I'm sorry I can't talk to you longer but I've really got to study for a huge test that's tomorrow. You're lucky your parents are gone because I know that you probably threw something across the room. So just hang in the buddy ok? " Brian said and then the phone went dead and a buzz could be heard.
Ryan turned the phone off and stared blankly at the wall. How did he know mom and dad were gone? He just left me more confused then I was before I talked to him.I'm not going to tell them that I called Brian though that's for sure. They'll just think that I'm telling him more then I'm telling them. That's true but they don''t have to know that they are too sympathetic when I try talking to them. Ryan thought and then he put his face into his hands and wept. He just couldn't grasp anything that was coming out of everyones mouths.