homerun
part 1

i wasnt sure if i wanted to do this. i didnt know what awaited me behind that door. should i get it over with and go in, or can i run away? just put it off for another time, just not now? but what kind of person would i be if i ran away from my own sister? this question was buzzing around my head like a bunch of mad bees. will she be awake this time? or still in a coma?
the scene still played through my head, and occasionally i would dream about it. either way, it would still strike fear in me, and i would often wake up screaming. there was no doubt in my head that i could forget it, only a mere month ago. july 24th, exactly, because i got my SAT scores that day too. after i got them, i drove my silver volkswagon convertable to my sister delaney's game. it was their championship game that day, and she was one of the best players on her team. they came up against the toughest team in the league, who had a 6 foot pitcher who could easily throw the ball at 60 milles per hour. delaney was in the whole, and she was getting her bat to warm up, to be extra ready. katie, who was warming up before her, didn't realize that she was running to get her bat. delaney went to duck to get her bat, but she wasn't quick enough to dodge katie's swing. it was a devistating blow, right to her temple, crippling delaney to the ground.
after that, it was fuzzy because between crying, calling the ambulence, and the misbelief had me a little confused. the only part i remember was dr. lickham, our family neurologist (we had a history of epilepsy) explaining she was in a coma, and she had a possibility of never waking up.
after sorting this through for the millionth time, i gathered up all my courage to open the door.

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