Hall of Fame
Prologue
Prologue
"Work harder." The voice in my head, i kept hearing as i swim down the lane. My dad yells my name, pushing me harder. The goggles suffocate my eyes. My body feels limp as i push faster down the lane. Then i see the end. My head bobs up and down. My fingertips touch the side and I'm up and out of the water. The buzzer screams out celebration. I turn to see my father. He was the starter of this chaos.
Did i like sports? I did i was committed. But not how my father wanted me to be. Since i was five her pushed me to be the best. When i grew older he would even fling me to the ground and yell at me, "humiliation". Sometimes, "i love you.", sounded like a lie. After he yelled and yelled as i kicked the ball or swan down the lane, he would say those three letters. In middle school, i was in healthy shape. Apparently not for my dad. He would even make me starve. Of course at night Ed would sneak food into our rooms so we didn't die. My dad never even yelled at Ed. Maybe because his boy had success and i was not do enough.
My mom was opposite. She loved her kids with all her heart. She once told me, "this isn't the man i married." My dad didn't beat me from drunk ness but from his philosophies. He never spoke about his childhood. Never. He always kept silent. After Ed became a singer and left, my dad pushed me harder and harder. Almost to the point i was self cautious. I would throw up after practices and sometimes attempt to cut myself. Like i said, you don't understand, when i lose, i lose everything.
"Work harder." The voice in my head, i kept hearing as i swim down the lane. My dad yells my name, pushing me harder. The goggles suffocate my eyes. My body feels limp as i push faster down the lane. Then i see the end. My head bobs up and down. My fingertips touch the side and I'm up and out of the water. The buzzer screams out celebration. I turn to see my father. He was the starter of this chaos.
Did i like sports? I did i was committed. But not how my father wanted me to be. Since i was five her pushed me to be the best. When i grew older he would even fling me to the ground and yell at me, "humiliation". Sometimes, "i love you.", sounded like a lie. After he yelled and yelled as i kicked the ball or swan down the lane, he would say those three letters. In middle school, i was in healthy shape. Apparently not for my dad. He would even make me starve. Of course at night Ed would sneak food into our rooms so we didn't die. My dad never even yelled at Ed. Maybe because his boy had success and i was not do enough.
My mom was opposite. She loved her kids with all her heart. She once told me, "this isn't the man i married." My dad didn't beat me from drunk ness but from his philosophies. He never spoke about his childhood. Never. He always kept silent. After Ed became a singer and left, my dad pushed me harder and harder. Almost to the point i was self cautious. I would throw up after practices and sometimes attempt to cut myself. Like i said, you don't understand, when i lose, i lose everything.
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3/13/15