"Run Polly", I hear dad screaming as I am sprinting to get the ball. My heart is beating fast, I reach out...
then it all goes dark.
"Dylan what is wrong with you! I told you that she didn't want to be centre. Why do you always have to make her games all about Delilah. All Polly wanted was to be goal shooter, for one game, and yet you let your bitch wife's annoying ass daughter get what she wanted and be shooter whilst Polly had to go and play centre. Well now look what you've done. She's in a coma and it's all because of you!"
"Sharon, I"
"The fuck Dylan, this is bullshit, if she wakes up from this, I'm going to take your ass to court and get full custody, I'm not going to let her deal with your blatant favouritism any longer. Just because you have a bastard child with Deborah doesn't mean that our kid should be any less important. Yeah, go on and cry about it, you caused my baby to be comatose, basically dead."
"Sharon, please, stop this. The doctor said she can hear what we say. Don't make her upset."
"SHE NEEDS TO HEAR WHAT A DICKHEAD HER FATHER IS AND WHAT A USELESS MAN YOU REALLY ARE. Polly only wanted to shoot some goals, and yet the second your 'little angel' says she wants to do it, like what she does every fucking week, you go and let her do it, whilst pushing Polly into the shit."
Well, what a great thing to hear. Mum doesn't even know that it was me that wanted Delilah to play goal shooter again. She doesn't know that dad was just trying to help me make poor Deli feel better after her own mother's cancer diagnosis. If only I could get out of this stupid coma and say something to them all. They've been fighting like this for ages, I only gained my hearing back a few days ago, yet this has been most of what I hear from my parents. I didn't think being comatose would be that bad a thing honestly, and yet as well as missing school, I'm missing food, my dogs, my friends and my girlfriend. It sucks ass. I thought that being centre would be nice, it was only for the last quarter of the game, not even that long. Mum definitely over reacted. I do love being goal shooter but I also like to run, so being centre is fun. Poor Delilah, I wonder how she feels about all this, hope she isn't feeling guilty. She isn't even that bad.
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Nightmare Fuel
Short StoryPolly is stuck in a coma after being hit in the face with a netball. Even though she can still hear everything happening around her, she can't do anything about it.
