What If?

I told I played around with scenarios in my head all the time. I always play the what if? game with myself.
A few months ago, I landed on my head. I'm a gymnast, and I was doing a skill and landed on my head. I ended being completely fine, with just a sore neck the next day, thank goodness. But I still always think about what could've happened.

My scenario..

I landed on my head. Instantly everything became dizzy. My coach ran up to me and asked me questions. She sounded distant. I couldn't see clearly. She asked me to sit up but I couldn't. I closed my eyes and groaned. She asked me something but I didn't listen; I had my hands over my ears, trying to steady my head. She decided to call an ambulance.

She had another coach help her move me out of the way. She had other gymnasts take turns talking to me, so that I wouldn't lose consciousness. They asked me questions and told me stories. My answers came out in slurs, I was still dizzy. They took me to the hospital. Minimal physical damage was done. I had to wear a neck brace for a few days.

As I got better, I knew something was different. The way I thought seemed weird to me. I realized that, even though I was still the same person, something about me changed. I spoke everything that was on my mind, without knowing it, which I hate doing. I dazed off into space a lot more than usual. And it was really hard for someone to snap me back into reality. My emotions were intense. If I was sad, I was extremely sad. If I was mad, I hated the world. If I was happy, I would be bouncing off the walls from excitement. And, I babbled. Rambled on, with no point to my words. But I did it in my gymnastics routines. Which normally, when you're doing a routine, you're too tired to talk. But somehow I would do that.

My friends thought this was weird, and they started avoiding me. They wouldn't talk to me, and I started feeling really alone. My coach was the only one who talked to me a lot. I felt so lonely, and I learned they were afraid of me. Basically, I became so depressed, I wanted to push the limits of them all, and show them where they had gone wrong, and show them that they were hurting me.


And that is where my post "The Jump" came from. Being so lonely that you were willing to risk everything to prove your point to people. How far would you go, to make your point? What if something like that happened to you? What would you do?