The judas kiss : Part 2

100% fiction!

its my 2nd at bat of the game and the opposing team brought out a new pitcher. I would to if my team had two men on base, 1 out and the other teams best hitter at the plate. the pitcher works from the stretch, and throws the ball. strike one. throws the ball again, strike 2. im down in the count, the pitcher throws it one last time. the ball heads towards my head, I try to get out of the way, but its no use and the 91 mph ball hits me in the face.

I drop to the ground, grabbing my face in pain, my vision turns blurry and dark. I could just barely see the school nurse, the coach, and 3 teammates of mine around me. my head hurt like a bitch, I could feel blood run down my cheek and start to pool on the ground. I could hear matt laughing in the background. an ambulance pulls up and the EMTs take me to the hospital.

I wake up 6 hours later, I have a massive headache and the TV was hurting my eyes. my dad sees me wake up and turns off the TV. " how are you feeling?" he asks me. I couldn't answer, my head hurt too much. I lay there in the hospital bed waiting and listening to peoples conversations about me. I heard the doctor say to my parents that I will never play again. my heart felt smashed. I loved playing baseball and now I will never play again. all thanks to a fucking baseball. I see a guy with blue eyes and light brown hair around 6 feet sitting in a chair with his head down looking at the floor. "hey Doc?' I said weakly, the doctor comes over.

I point to the guy in the chair, "i don't know him." my mother says, " of course you do. Dylan? remember him? answer me honestly." "i really dont know him." I answer. I keep staring at this guy, trying to remember who he is. I was confused. I couldnt even remember getting up this morning. I felt lost and out of place. I stay in the hospital overnight and wake up the next morning. I get dressed and get sent home. I stay out of school for a week. I felt like I had to do something I just couldnt remember what. I head back to school a week later. I remembered my classes but not my friends, I felt weird and I felt disoriented. but the doctor said that its normal for that to happen. I walk through the halls when somebody grabbed me and gave me a huge hug.

I started to flash back to monday before the game in the locker room. I remembered Dylan. I knew who it was hugging me. he said "how are you feeling? do you remember me?" Dylan asked. "how could I forget one of my closest friends, Dylan?" I answered. "you did a good job doing that at the hospital." he said as he released me from his grasp. "there is something I have to ask you." Dylan said.

Part 3 coming soon...