Goalie Stick Incident

The Incident of the Goalie Stick

I had just finished my hockey game, one which we lost by far. I slowly skated my way off the ice, as everyone looked at the “losing team” in disappointment. I stepped my way over to the locker and to my surprise, a couple of kids had found a broken goalie stick, and the floor was a mess with splinters. It looked as if a volcano had erupted in the left side of the tiny locker room. These kids swung it back and forth, trying to break it, but had no luck in doing so. It had no bottom part, and it looked more like a cricket bat by the time. I looked at it and I felt the need to break it. As I round up for my swing, everyone in the locker chanted, “Break it, Break it!” and with one swing, it broke in half.

My stick was a carbon fiber model, harder than wood. It was almost broken from
and she gives me a couple of advices on what I could do if this problem still persists. I thank her, and go up to my dorm. Once I get there, I do a couple of pushups and situps, to calm down. That did not work either, so I closed the door, and made myself a human ball, and sat in the corner of my bed. All alone and wondering. Wondering what will be of me. At this point, I had already called my parents and told them what had happened, but when the email reached them, they thought I had lied to them, because it said something different than I had told them. So many things were going through my head, but one of them stopped me in my tracks. Suicide.

As I thought for a moment about that word, and what It meant, I realized that I shouldn’t even think about it. But even though I tried not to think about it, it kept going through my mind. After a while of thinking, I went to the bathroom, and started to punch the stall, and once I had a cut in my hand, I stopped to take a break. Then I thought, suicide is the easy way out, and that is for cowards. I went back to my room, and started strumming my guitar, so I would calm down. And I sure