if you really have to read this, read it while listening to "Gavin Degraw - Fire" its basically mandatory otherwise this is dumb im sorry
My face was cold from the rain hitting against it. It came sideways, full blast like freezing shards of glass. But at the same time, my face was warm, my eye bruised and my lip bleeding. I was confused, almost completely out of it. But most importantly, I was quarterback.
It wasn't even a question when I was asked why I wanted to go professional. It came as an instinct, when I was offered, there wasn't another option. I grew up for this very moment, this moment that would define my career, my future.
But I couldn't feel myself. I wasn't on Earth. I saw the rain falling against my face, I saw the dark clouds overhead and the tops of the stands. Hold on, wasn't I standing? Right, I was running to the end. I got tackled, didn't I? They beat me pretty bad.
This is my defining moment. This game defines my career and it's almost over, but I'm the one laying on the ground, groaning and spitting blood.
"Marsh!" a teammate screams, crouching down next to me, slapping my helmet. "Get up, this is your game, Marsh!"
My head only throbs and my vision spins. Other teammates pull me up, and in the corner of my eye, I can see paramedics on the sidelines, looking anxious. A teammate comes around in front of me and stares at the empty, confused look on my face.
"You gonna make it, Marsh?"
I know what that meant. That wasn't a question of how I felt, I know what my teammate meant.
'Are you gonna throw your career?'
At this point, I wasn't sure. The feeling in my body began to come back as the burning in my muscles, a familiar burning of overworked limbs. I looked to the crowds, saw some people cheering, other covering their faces. My eyes searched hazily for the one who mattered.
I saw the green hat I was searching for. Kyle was hiding his face, Wendy rubbing his back. I knew he didn't care about my career, he cared about my safety, my health. I stumbled back some when my teammates let go of me, still staring at Kyle. He turned his head to stare at me, before standing up in the stands.
He was the only one standing in the stands for our team. They knew if I was out, my team would fail. I was the quarterback, the one that would carry everyone through.
"MARSH! MARSH! MARSH!" Kyle screamed with cupped hands. Wendy stood up next to him and screamed just as loud, soon my Dad and sister stood, and other fans started.
I looked to the paramedics, to my team, and to the crowd, that was starting to roar. I stumbled again before taking a breath and spitting some blood back down onto the ground.
My teammates smiled at me and slapped my back, starting to jog back to the center. I took a moment to just feel the rain washing away the blood on my mouth and listen to the screaming crowd before taking a step forward, which broke out into a run back to the center line.
The next thing I felt was the football smacking into my chest, my muscles aching as I turned fast and sprinted.
im really tired and im really lonely and there's football on the tv
if you're gonna read this, since it's short and really bad, listen to: Gavin Degraw - Fire while reading it makes it better ((this will be in the beginning too))