Intro

The place I've been sitting around have became too noisy for me to concentrate on studying, so I packed my things and stacked them in a neat pile and started walking to the library.

Carrying a lot of books and piles of paper, my steps became wobbly. I'm sure that you're thinking that I'm a nerd right now, but I'm not. I just missed too many days of school.

Catching up with the lessons was easy, but making up all the work I've missed was a pain in the butt. I wasn't even half-way done yet! "Ugh!" I grunted, just thinking about them makes my head hurts.

My first day of school was rather late due to my poor health. It wasn't this bad until recently. Now, I couldn't even play any sports, especially volleyball, like I used to. My doctor prohibited me from doing so. They feared that I'm going to exhaust myself to my death bed.

I don't know what exactly was wrong with me because the results for the tests I went through for months hasn't come in yet.

The last time I got to play volleyball turned out to be a disaster. My lungs started not to function properly. It stopped pumping air, so my body lacked oxygen. I thought I was just exhausted from playing and that I only needed to take a breath, but my body rejected it. It felt like I was choking, but I didn't have anything in my mouth. I struggled for air and then everything went dark.

When I woke up, my limbs and muscles in my arms and legs felt so sore. My mouth was so dry that it was difficult to talk. It was even hard to croak out a yes when they asked me questions.

I was put in a rehab just so I could normally talk, walk, and write again. I was in the condition I didn't expect myself to be in. I pitied myself so much. I wanted to forget, but my body won't let me.

Remembering those times pained me, physically and emotionally. Physically because my body would react whenever I remember what happened. Apparently, it did too. Emotionally because I know that I wouldn't be the same me again. What happened pained me in so many ways possible. If I could forget what happened, I would, but the memories and pains I have experienced were proof that I'm here right now, breathing and living. I was given another chance.

I was nearing the library when something went by me and hit my shoulder. My books and papers went flying all over the place.