You were goalie for NHL team Anaheim Ducks.

You pushed yourself far past the limit to try and please your team, to try and not let them down. Yet it never seemed to matter how hard you tried, they were never satisfied enough. You bleed, screamed, cried, and put yourself at risk to try and do the job….yet it never worked.

After a game, your face was red. Sweat and tears on your face, that was the hardest you had played before. Yet Trevor, was not satisfied. He was not happy with how you played, so he decided he’d ‘teach’…you. He forced you to stay after the game, threw you back onto the ice, both you still in your gear. And made. You. Train. Meaningless hours he made you spend in the rink, trying to block puck after puck after puck.

You couldn’t take anymore, dropping to your knees and elbows crying. He skated over quickly and screamed at you to get up. And for the first time, you didn’t listen, you didn’t get up. Instead, you said something that made him quiet instantly.

“I’ve tried really hard to be someone I couldn’t….” You told him quietly, weakly between tears. Your breath shaky.