Can't keep up

I swam, like I never swam before. It was my life. Ever since I remember my parents, had insisted that swimming was what I was born for. Saying in the near future I would be number one on the podium, holding a gold medal. Here I was so close yet so far. One more lap and I will have fulfilled my parents wish and my self fulfilment. I hear the finishing horn go off. That split second everything is taken away.

Weeks have past since that day. I came second. The event runs over my head again and again, like a tape with no stop button. Memories haunt, my parent's fake smile plastered on there faces, congratulating me on coming second. Yet the tone in the voices suggested other wise, pity was the world they felt pity. I've been lying here for weeks, they still haven't said a word. I can't stand this, feeling sorry for myself. I head down stairs, grab my coat. Fresh air will do me good.

The air is no better outside then it was inside. Cars rush past as I walk along the highway. I start to feel sick, my vision becomes blurry. I can't stand the constant depression of this life. These rushing cars become inviting, I step out onto the road, I see clearly for the first time, travel a waits.

I been awake for a few weeks now, I feel as rotten as ever, so much for travels. My parents haven't called and now I'm stuck in a blank hospital room. My life will now be forever on wheels. I sit up; a wine bottle is on the right drawer. It's a full bottle of wine; it was a gift from a friend who came to visit. I take a try, before I know it I drink down the whole bottle. Pain starts to go away, I feel better already. I never really drank alcohol due to my training but right now it's the only thing that good in this world.