Walking into my room and throwing my keys and backpack on my bed like I do after every school day. As my backpack hit my bed I heard it hit something, as if something had broken. I picked up my backpack and noticed a few souvenirs and picture frames from a trip up north with my family. As I look at it I remember the day where the picture was taken and the horrible event that took place over that weekend. I hate thinking about it and the minute I looked away from the pictures and I looked at the scar on my leg, that I try so hard to hide. I go back to the day from when we left and the road trip up to Door County to the cabin that my dad has been to as a kid. We always take the lakefront way to get up there because we love the scenery and stopping different places to just hang out and make memories. Something was different about this time, we took the lakefront way but my dad did not want to stop because he was so eager to get up there. I think all of us were. The anxiousness of the drive up there and as we get closer it gets worse and we get more eager. Looking behind the truck and imagining the jetski and boat bobbing up and down like they’re in the water. I zone out for awhile thinking about how the last weekend was when we were up north. I end up falling asleep while dreaming about how this weekend will turn out. I wake up as we pull into the driveway. The first thing I want to do is jump in the lake but since my brothers are the ones who put our stuff away last time it is mine and my sisters turn. Most of the times at home I never get along with my sister, when we’re up north I do not usually ignore her but I spend most of my time with my brothers. Suddenly I hear my dog barking and now I am back in the real world walking downstairs to let her out. Sometimes when I’m walking I find that it hurts pretty often but it is just another side effect of that weekend up north. I walk back upstairs and I continue daydreaming about that weekend as if it is happening right now. My sister and I finish putting all our stuff away in the kitchen and our rooms, by the time we are done my brothers have the boat and both jetski’s in the water. The first thing I do is grab the jetski I always use and take it for a ride around the lake and enjoy the time I have to myself. This is sort of my own tradition, first take a ride by myself before I want to go and do all the fun stuff with my family. It is sort of a relaxer. But since we got up north late this year once I got back it was time for dinner and for our family to cook our own food over a bonfire. We ate our food had time to watch a movie before going to bed to have a full day of fun the next morning bright and early. My mom is all for the getting up early making us breakfast and making sure we have the best time while we we’re up there. I do not often get the chance to just go up north whenever I want anymore especially with my brothers. So we all did a ride together and went tubing like any normal day at the lake. We got back and our neighbor showed up and like usual wanted to take me for a ride of his jetski. But my sister wanted to go first as she always thinks she deserves and her friend wanted to go too. All they could do was yell at me like whiny 12 year olds do when they do not get their way. So me and my sister went with my neighbor and her friend stayed behind with my mom because she was actually afraid of jetski’s because she was afraid of falling off. The ride was all fine until my sister started yelling at me for being too close to her on the jetski, although it is a 3 seater it is hard for all of us to sit with space and of course she had to be in the middle which is what made her complain even more. As we got closer to the shore the more she got anxious and got more mad at me as I could control the situation. All i remember is her yelling at me and pushing me off the jetski into a huge wave that pushed my leg under the motor and all I felt was extreme pain which caused me to pass out. Luckily my brothers were on their way out with the boat and saw it happen and they were able to get me right before I was about to drown. But I actually do not remember that at all. The next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital with a cast over my leg and was in extreme pain. Shortly after we went back to the cabin but I did not enjoy the rest of the vacation as anyone with this serious of an injury would do. My mom made my sister wait on me hand and foot for the fact that she almost killed me. My mom doesn’t hold a grudge but I do. After that day I will never be able to run in another race or cheer at another game. All of  a sudden I hear my mom yelling at me from downstairs, which took me out of this day dream. She told me to come downstairs because she has a surprise for me. I gathered the souvenirs and picture from this weekend, which in fact was only exactly a month ago, and when I got downstairs I threw them in the garbage. I do not think my mom understands what that day has done to me mentally and physically because she always yells at me when she sees that stuff in the garbage, she thinks I need to be able to get past it. Maybe one day I will but lately with the constant physical therapy and the doctors appointments I am physically and mentally drained, walking around the house is a chore and nothing is going to change how I feel about my sister. My sister almost killed me and my biggest hero is my brother Jarod. His is the one who has helped me through this all.