The King

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Submitted: November 15, 2016

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Tomorrow is the one of the biggest games of my life. All of my achievements throughout high school and college, my hard work, is building up to a game that can possibly determine if I make it to the big league. Florida State vs. Clemson in the championship game, a rivalry that has gone on for many years. Being the quarterback of FSU, my team relies on me to make big plays, which is no problem. No wonder they call me King, it’s because I rule college football at this point and never fail to succeed. I can already see my name “Sam King” printed on the Heisman trophy. As I started to leave my dorm my girlfriend interrupted.

“You need to relax Sam, you have a big game tomorrow and you can’t risk injury,” Amanda told me.

“I know, I know, I just need to get in a quick workout to help loosen up my body,” I responded.

Amanda and I have been together since freshmen year of high school, and we are seniors in college now. She has been there through everything and I have taken her for granted many times. Our families are very different, she had both of her parents who were very loving, and were very wealthy, and there was always a state of amity, which I always admired. On the other hand, my dad left before I was born and my mother raised me by herself and we never had much. I felt as I was the reason my mom had gone through so much pain and it made me feel lonely because she was the only person I could truly talk to, and late last year she passed away. She is the reason I work so hard.

Today is the big day, our team is flying out to Las Vegas in a very opulent plane. Being the best in the league, my team was dauntless. This game is going to be a walk through the park. Our first drive downfield and we scored ephemerally. First play of the second drive in the first quarter and coach wants to throw it long to catch the defense off guard, and I do not have a problem with it. I walk onto the bright green grass, I hear the crowd roaring but before I start the play it seems as if no one else is there besides me and my teammates. I suddenly get tunnel vision and everything slows down. All I see is my teammate wide open down field and I snatch my arm back and throw it long, but as soon as I release the ball it seemed as if the world had stopped and two linebackers from the other team hit my body on both sides and I go flying. I hit the rough ground and I’m in a daze. My head feels like it just got shot off and I can’t feel my legs at all. All I can hear is ringing and I just black out. I suddenly wake up in a hospital bed, with an IV in my arm and an immense amount of pain throughout my body, I couldn’t even talk because of the amount of pain in my head. The room is pitch black and shortly after, a doctor and my girlfriend who flew out right after a phone call explaining the news, come into the room. Amanda starts crying and the doctor has a very sad look on his face. He starts asking random questions and one of the questions was if I knew what day it was. “January sixth,” I responded. The look on their faces hinted that I was completely wrong.

“It’s the seventeenth,” they said at the same time.

“Listen Sam, your body endured some very severe injuries that may result in you never being able to play a physical sport again,” the doctor tells me in a serious tone. “You have a concussion, a broken knee, and a few fractured ribs. In the meantime I’m prescribing you some painkillers to help, take them twice daily.”

This enervative news just shocked me into silence. I couldn’t speak afterwards, nothing phased me after that and I was numb to the world around me. After weeks of use, my body became so used to the drugs they didn’t help anymore so I asked the doc to give me something a little stronger. I haven’t went to my college classes in three weeks because the pain is unbearable and when I attempt to do any work, migraines flood my head. As of late, the thought of never being able to play football again only makes my depression worse, which is hard for me to admit. I’ve never been a very vehement person, and all I can do is lay down in bed and think about the impediments I’ve faced recently.

“You can’t keep living like this, you are being deleterious to yourself and to those around you, and if you don’t get your act together, I will have to move on,” Amanda stated with tears in her eyes, staring me down. “Then what will you have left?”

I couldn’t say anything to argue back because she was right, I was being factious to our relationship. As if things couldn’t get any worse she leaves and calls me a little over an hour later, crying hysterically, I let it go to voicemail and she tells me it’s over. It’s the motivational factor that will get my life back together, I hope.

The last semester of college started and my concussion is still effecting me, but I’m trying to get through it. My depression seems to be worsening because I can’t stop thinking about Amanda and my abilities to never be able to play football again. My grades could be better, but I’m managing to stay passing. Mr. Howard, the dean of the school calls me down after my last class of the day. I walk into his office.

“Mr. King, it’s nice to see you. Take a seat we have a few things to discuss,” says Mr. Howard. “Your coaches have notified me that due to your injuries, they have pulled your scholarship, and you will be no longer receiving financial aid through us. Apparently, they decided to not cover the last two years of your school costs as well, due to your lack of academic efforts.”

“How is that even possible?” I asked. “I’ve worked so hard both on and off the field nonstop, obviously my grades aren’t the best but I haven’t failed or dropped a class at all,” I shouted.

“I know, but I had no part in this decision. It was fulfilled through your coaches as I said before. We appreciate what you have done for our football team, but you can no longer provide that,” Mr. Howard explained.

I walked out of his office without saying a word and headed straight to my head coaches office. I was in a quandary and I did not understand why this was happening to me of all people. I rush into my head coach’s office and he happens to be having a meeting with some of the assistant coaches.

“Sam w-what are you doing here?” my head coach asks. “I thought I told Mr. Howard to deal with you,” he says in a stern voice.

“How could you do this?” I asked. “I carried the team to the playoffs every year and took you guys to the championship this year and that’s how you repay me? Just because I get injured you decide to take away my scholarship?” All of the coaches just stared at me in awe. It was dead silent until my coach decided to speak up.

“Listen Sam, I could really care less what you have done for the team to be completely honest,” he says with a devilish grin on his face. A laugh uproars through the room. “At this point you’re worthless and you are becoming a liability to the team.”

I was shocked and my first reaction was to flip out. So much emotion was running through me I couldn’t speak, only yell. I was standing in front of a tall, fully glass door, so I decided to put my fist through it. Glass flew through the air and my knuckle felt broken.

“Hey what do you think you are doing?” one of the assistant coaches yelled.

Behind the desk where all of the coaches were sitting, there was a trophy case about ten feet wide and eight feet tall. I ran up to it and kicked the glass doors displaying the lavish trophies. I picked one of the trophies up and hit my head coach over the head with it. I ran as fast as I could to get out of the room and rush back to my dorm. Some of the coaches tried to catch me but somehow with a not fully healed broken knee I got away.

Lying in my dorm, I fully processed everything that had happened. My knuckles are bloody and definitely broken. I took about forty leftover painkillers that I had from when I got injured, and drank a few beers.  I couldn’t take the pain anymore. The mental pain of my relationship being crushed into pieces. My dreams of going pro in football were shattered. I have no college degree and won’t because I never paid attention in my classes and didn’t plan to major in anything, I just wrote some random profession down on my college admission papers. I have nothing left.

Mixing my meds with alcohol made me feel so weird and out of it. I had no one to call or help me. I hopped in my car and rushed to the hospital quickly, if I get there in time possibly they can help. My driving is so bad I’m surprised I haven’t crashed yet. Cars around me keep swerving and beeping their horns, cops are buzzing around like busy bees, and I can barely keep my eyes open. I’m about a block away from the hospital, until I accidently blow a red-light at a busy intersection. I thought nothing of it until something catastrophic happened. “I have to be dreaming,” I keep telling myself.  A semi-truck rams into the side of my car and a pickup truck runs into the other side of my car. The force from the semi-truck causes my car to fly into the air and then roll over onto the pickup truck, and I’m upside down. The world stood still for a moment, the side effects from the drugs and alcohol goes away, the thought of being okay finally overcame the worry and fear, and I truly feel at peace for once. My life flashes, the car that I was in crashes, and burns to ashes.


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