Hi! This is my first fanfic so please don't kill me.
Ok, I don't own beyblade, so don't sue.
Malikai's POV
The morning I woke up from my coma was the first time I ever noticed how fucked up the world is. I had been in a coma after an accident that included my mom, my dad and my older brother. I was the only one lucky enough to survive. Without family to turn to I had to move in with one of my friends… Tyson. If you even can call that stuck up brat a friend. Oh hail Tyson! The world champion he's so great! Yeah right! He is a champion with getting on my nerves though.
Getting back to me waking up from my coma, well boy was I surprised to be in the hospital in the first place, secondly, I never knew I was fourteen already! I mean it felt like I only went to sleep for a few minutes, not ten years! When I woke up it was very dark and the only sounds I could hear was the monitor beeping above my head, the cars in the distance and yes… Tyson snoring. I couldn't move, my feet didn't want to obey my brain and Tyson's heavy head lay on my arm! Save me! I wouldn't have tried to wake him if I didn't think what I thought, and that was that my arm was going to fall off! I opened my mouth and screamed at the top of my voice, you think that would wake Tyson, but no! It only brought the nurse in. Tyson was gently moved away still asleep! I started shouting: "Tyson! Tyson! You shit head! Wake up or I'll kick you're arse all the way from here to burger land!" And I wasn't kidding, if I could move I would've!
Anyway, he did finally wake up when my breakfast came… which was about two hour later! I was happy at my progress; I could already move my arms and my big toes! Might not sound like much, but imagine not moving your body at all for ten years! No wonder I went out of practice! Tyson already showed me how much ten years could change a guy, for instance, his brain had shrunk, his mouth grown and so has his stomach! I begged him to go home and come back the next day, and after he had stuffed his big ugly face, he did.
It took me twenty-two hours and fifty minutes before I could kind of walk! I was feeling so frustrated that when Tyson came I really did kick his arse all the way to burger land… well at least out of the hospital room, but he came back in again… so I kicked him out again. Good practice that! With that good exercise I was lucky enough to leave the next day! And then I found out that my parents were dead! I knew Tyson was watching me… I knew someone always watches me, so I didn't cry. I kept it inside and when I came to Tyson's house I found out there was more trouble to come!
So what do you think? Please review?
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