i don't own Galactik football blah blah blah but i do own all oc and the plot
"talking"
"thoughts"
The sky's nothing but a bunch of gray clouds so closely knitted that not one ounce of blue can squeeze through. The blue blur which was the sky was there prisoners; the storm clouds sent down there army of ice cold rain on to the people below. It slid down my face like a snack and cling to my clothes like a child to its mother. I don't bother to lift my hood up, I just let the rain fall on me. I don't know why I was felling all this; I don't know why my heart felt like it had a ten ton weight pulling it down in to my stomach. Or why I felt like sleeping and never waking up again…The weather was a good sign for my mood right now.
People around me ran to shelter or open there umbrellas'. I carry on walking; my mind was stick in a haze, about all sort of things, football…my life… but when I think about it, all I have is football…
No mother.
No father.
No friends.
Nothing…
I do have my teammates, but they don't count, I mean, I never hang out with them like friends do. I don't have a girlfriend either; all I have is my job the thing that helps me live a worthless life…
Inhaling the cold winter air, letting it refresh my body then, exhaling. I shack of those thoughts. Diving in to a deep pool of self-pity was going to get me no were, it would drag me back even. 'Look on the bright side' I told myself 'I don't have any parents telling me what to do and I don't have to worry about a friend stabbing me in the back'.
I push the thoughts away making my mind blank. I try to turn numb, after awhile I do. What keeps me walking is unknown to me. I walk, eyes glued ahead of me, my body moving like a ghost hunting its former home. I was oblivious to my surroundings it all becomes a blur, it was pushed in to the back of my mind like everything else. I was good at it anyway. After all the years I had got batter at it…dealing with my parents death was the first time and the hardest. So I blocked it out instead of handling it…instead of crying over it... I walk, more like gliding. just then I felt a strong hand on my shoulder the touch knocks me out of my 'thoughts' and back in to harsh reality. I spin round to yell at whoever it was, for having the nerve to touch me, to my surprise it was Aarch, what the hell was he doing?
"What do you want?" I snap. He gives me a week smile, 'odd' I think 'Artagor would have my head for something like that'
"Glad to see you haven't changes Sinedd" he begins in a friendly voice. His face changes as fast as the numbers in a poll. "Sinedd…are you ok?"
I frown deeper then normal "of course!" I snort "why would I not be?"
What the hell! Why am I talking to him? I should have just yelled get lost old man and be done with it… I'm so stupid I try don't to sigh, as I know this wrinkled old prawn would just get more worried and not leave me alone.
"Well…I was almost screaming at you, and you seem like you were death" he says trying to make it a little joke. I am not amused.
"I was thinking that's all" I say a little harsher then needed to show him I was in no mood for jokes. He stars at me. What dose the old goat want? Can't he leave me alone?
"Well if you want to ta-" I cut him off
"No I do not want to talk; 1) I have nothing to tell you, 2) I don't want to talk!" I yelled the last part. He frowns once more.
"Ok but if you do…" he trails off, his hand slowly come to reach my shoulder but I flinch away. Big mistake. He lets his arm fall back at his side, worry shows up in the mans eyes. "Sinedd…?"
"I'm find!" I bark, but just at that moment a sharp pain shots up my arm. I can't help but grown in pain. I close my eyes to try and blank the pain in my arm out. My body tries to curl in to a ball but I stop my salf. I fall to my knees and my back hunches over then I fill a hand on my back.
"Sinned, are you ok? Sinned!" Aarch yells, concern filling his voice. I shack of his hand and jolt up. I grow at Aarch before turning and leaving, unfortunately for me my body betrays me as the pain shots up my back coursing me to collapse, I fail to catch my self, so my face meets with the floor. I hear Aarch call my name, he must be yelling but it seems so blurred, almost distant. Aarch rolls me on to my back, he looks like he's behind a layer of fog, his lips move but no words come out the fog thickens as it soon over power my eyes, and then I see nothing…
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