FALL FROM GRACE : prologue

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It had turned out all wrong – messed up –screwed up – fucked up. Story of my life, story of my job, story of my love. And it hurt to think about it.

Here I was, sitting in the hospital bed, cold, and alone, fingering the IV wire producing from my arm, which tingled my skin in some unpleasant way. Bunches and baskets of flowers on the nigh table did not cover up the dank and sterile smell of the room. The curtains were drawn.

My foot sat at the end of the bed, a large mound of plaster, and I stared at it with all my hurt and anger, wishing it away. I grabbed one of the magazines that were stacked on the bed cover, trying to focus my attention elsewhere, but the covers only reminded me about why I was here and what I had lost.

NBA Lakers' Lucas Scott: fall from the stars

I looked at another, my portrait filling the whole page: Last performance for Scott in the NBA

For health reasons they said.

Scott deliberately ignored Dr Worthwoe's, the team's doctor, recommendations as he stepped out on the court for the grand NBA final between the LA Lakers and Hornets yesterday evening. "Scott had complained about lack of breath and constrictions in his chest during the previous trainings," Dr Worthwoe explained during the late press conference. "My examination revealed a slight heart failure which must have developed from over-working. I tried reasoning him into taking it easy, and forgo the Final for his safety. But he was adamant about it." As the final seconds ticked down before the match's end, Scott charged down the court in a saving grace act for victory when to the crowd's dismay, he doubled over in pain, the basketball spinning out of control from his hands. It was a lethal fall for Scott and the Lakers, sealing the team's defeat, and the end of Scott's grand career in Basketball.

My fingers tore and the page in anger. Bunches of lies! All of them! Hypocrites – lying bastards! The magazine soon went flaying across the hospital room, knocking down a bunch of flowers. And then I was picking up another magazine, reading it fervently, my teeth grinding.

Tomboy superstar Lucas Scott leading player in the NBA's Lakers: fall from grace.

Scott's break-up with his fiancée, top model Juliana Duvall, had already made the headlines three days ago after the shocking discovery of his secret affair with the Lakers' cheerleader Rossy Bell. Scott did not deny the facts but did not comment on them either. But it is clear that the sorry business has led to more serious matters.
Yesterday evening, at the long awaited Grand Final between the Lakers and Hornets, Scott came crashing down on the court with seizures. He is presently out of danger, recovering at Sacred Heart's Hospital, St Barbara. The team's doctor revealed that the star player's health had been on a decline since April.

This too went flying across the room. In fact, the rest of the pile went too, until I found out that I had no more to throw. But then, there were those silly bunches of flowers sent by god knew who. A vase went crashing, and then the basket. I knew I was getting out of control with my anger. I'd never been someone with anger issues, but here, right now, hate took over, it blinded me, it swallowed me whole because I knew I had lost everything dear to my heart.

I heard a shout and running footsteps outside rushing towards my room. The door burst open and nurses came through, the doctor in tow.

"Hold him down! Or he'll hurt himself!"

Strong grips took hold of my arms, pinning them to my side. From the corner of my eye, I saw my trainer, in the corner, looking down at me with sorrowful eyes.

"You poisoned me – you bastard! I know it's you!" I shouted, sending cusses to the man. I struggled some more, but my strength had left me. I felt the prick of the needle, and then it was bliss.

Ok, to tell you the truth, I'm not a fan of One Tree Hill, I saw two episodes in all. However, what I do find interesting is Basketball – and the business of basket ball. What also intrigued me was to wonder how one can live one's passion – or have to live without it.
Stay tuned to learn more about Scott basketball superstar!

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