I don't know how I kept going. The memory of the smell, the blood, the suffering will linger for the rest of my time. Its impossible to tell whether or not I truly tried my best, but I did it. If one thing is sure, its this curse brought upon myself, together with those like me is punishment for some unknown crime. I exit the light blue room where the rest of my peers left only minutes before, looking to see if I'm truly unobserved. I stroll onto the empty court, beginning to cry. I just won the Comissoner's Cup, on my fucking period.

-Note: I've never done a writing prompt before and I am incredibly sleep deprived (I wonder why) so go easy on me. I also know nothing about basketball.