So Shocking~!!

Annyeong~

So...the earlier post about Garrett...I so..just...ugh.

Still thinking back...I was and still am mad at that point in time. Even more so, that when Garrett returns to school..he will continue to be the same annoying person and all that crap.

Here's what happened.

Thursday morning, I was late for school...the first bell had rang..but no one was in class. Everyone was surrounding the outside basketball court by the softball field, which is just a few yards from the high school. I didn't think anything of it, and walked to my class with what few others who were in the hall. Some teachers were in their classrooms helping, some were missing.

By the time the second bell rang, everyone was in class but the softball girls (who were gone playing softball) and Garrett. I thought nothing of it. No, he didn't die...good grief!

When class started, they happened to mention someone falling and getting hurt. Well, when 4th hour (4th period...) came around...my boring History teacher, Hawthorne (he's still one of my fave teachers though..) began talking about it.

That morning, just minutes before I arrived, the boys were playing basketball as usual. Garrett was going to do a lay-up and jump over someone. That person unpurposely started standing and knocked Garrett off his feet. Garrett fell backwards, hitting his head on the hard concrete...TWICE. It knocked him unconscious for a few seconds and when he awoke...he knew nothing. Not his name, where he was..ANYTHING. All he knew was that he fell. Well, he busted his head open and he was bleeding. Hawthorne picked him up and carried to the elementary. He seriously lost a lot of blood. When they finally got ahold of his mom, he was taken to the hospital.

Until today, that's all anyone knew.

Now, today we found out he had 17 staples put into his head. He lost a lot of blood. When he hit his head, his brain rattled - meaning that it shook inside his skull.

It was a near-death situation.

When I first found out on Thursday, my heart sank and in the pit of my stomach I felt sick. The day before I wished someone would punch Garrett or hurt him...and then this happens. I felt like it was my fault, though it wasn't. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought.

He'll be out for awhile and truthfully...I am glad. I don't think I can handle seeing him. He is my ex-best friend. He became a jerk. That was just who he was and is. Before that...in 4th grade...I spent almost every night at his house hanging out with him and his sisters.

I think back to then and smile...I come back to the present and feel sick. That's the only reason is because we used to be close...and now...Wednesday I said I hated him. Thursday...he could have died. Friday...this is the result.

The way Hawthorne described it...there was a huge pool of blood on the cement basketball court..and it is a white court. Garrett's shirt was covered in blood...and it was a white shirt. Hawthorne was covered. Garrett had two towels placed to the back of his head and it soaked through both...

The ONE time I get super mad at someone and everything...this happens. Be careful what you wish for, right?

I am sure glad I didn't see it...if I would've...I would've probably burst out into tears.

-KissDromedaGirl~