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- Sep 20, 2013
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You are nothing anymore. You are just a has been. Your career is over. Look at you. You can't even skate anymore you disgusting filthy whore. You were never any good to begin with. Everyone hates you. You are worthless now. Never can skate again.
The voices that consumed her head were too much to bear. The way she thought of herself now. The way she degraded her self being into trash. It was obvious she needed help. She had needed help for a while. But no one noticed until it almost seemed too late...
Life hadn't always been so terrible for the previously vivacious young woman. No, it has been rather great. Ella Cheyenne Fields was born on a hot July day in Dallas, Texas. She was the third born in the family, first girl and would turn out to be the only girl in the family. It had some troubles but she generally loved being the only girl of five children. It had perks as well and while all the siblings fought, they loved each other to death. The family moved around Texas a few times, settling into Austin, San Antonino and the suburbs of Houston for a while as well. When Ella was just 4, she went to the local skating rink as her eldest brothers were being signed up for hockey. On the ice, she was mesmerized by a girl doing spins and jumps. She would land them so gracefully and the way she moved was elegant. Ella remembered tugging on her mother's coat saying "Mommy Mommy! I wanna skate too!" And the rest was history it seemed. Ella swam and did softball throughout the years but figure skating always seemed to be her calling.
The better she got, the more her parents took notice. And they could see the drive in her eyes. And when Ella mentioned she wanted to be an Olympian...they had a difficult decision. There was many top notch coaches...but unfortunately not in Texas. They could move to California, Michigan or Colorado. Those were the places with Olympic caliber coaches. The consensus was California as Rebecca's, her mother, parents lived there. So the family packed up, Ella just being 7 when they arrived in California for her to train. And it was the best decision they ever made.
She quickly proved to her coach that she was dedicated. That she wanted to be the best. And her coach was determined to make all of her dreams come true. So began the hard training. And with all the hard practices, the falls and the trails and tribulations...she somehow continued on. She was never the typical skater. She wasn't 5' 1", 95 pounds. Instead she was 5' 6", pushing 140 or so. And she had a curvy body with large breasts and a nice ass. Something that wasn't exactly common. But oddly...it didn't work against her for some reason. Maybe she was just very lucky to be the way she was. But the height meant she was able to jump higher and go faster sometimes. She had long golden brown hair that seemed to be just a complete frizzy mess from time to time. Her blue/green eyes stood out against her light skin and the ghosting of freckles upon her face.
Her first national success was at 14 when she won silver at Junior nationals. The next year it was gold. The more she competed, the better she got. Then it was onto US nationals. This would be a tell tale if she could get to the olympics soon. And her first bronze was a victory. At 17, she won silver in not only the US nationals but in the World Championship. She was apparently ready for the Olympics. She was finally making a name for herself as she went on to win the US nationals as she was 18 and the World Nationals.
Next stop was Turin, Italy for the just legal adult. Her first Olympics proved that she had nerves. She was so nervous! She was expected to win. All of the pressure was put on her. And it was hard to deal with at times. In practices she would tumble and stumble which made her questions herself. But she came out as the Gold medalist. She had been so excited and it was amazing. The next four years she spent training even harder. Sochi, Russia was approaching fast and she was ready. A more mature now 22 year old Ella was ready to win back to back gold. Something that had only been down twice. She was ready for the challenge...
But two days before the competition...it happened. She was on her way to practice when a large man out of no where approached her. He pulled out something and swiftly smashed it against her knee. Down went Ella as she screamed in pain. Her screams were heard across Russia it seemed. And there wasn't a moment where it was not talked about on TV. Would she compete? Did this end her career? Ella didn't want it to end like this. The x-rays confirmed it was a fracture of her kneecap and it had possibly torn her ACL. But on that first night, she went out and competed. With her swollen, black knee and all. It was terrible. She couldn't land any of her jumps and it was just a nightmare. But she pushed through it, ending her routine with a round of applause. She ended up crying on the ice as she skated off, disappointed in herself. She didn't end up even doing the long program because she was in too much pain and so far behind. She ended up in 14th place, watching another girl grab her gold.
Back home, she had surgery to fix the ACL and the brace helped her knee heal. But it was determined that she would never skate again. Ella wanted to prove them wrong and when she was finally healed, she was out on the ice. But they had been right. She couldn't skate. It just didn't happen for her. Each jump she fell harder and she didn't have that same fire in her. That is when the depression sank in. The self-loathing and the way she hated herself. Her life had been figure skating. Nothing else. What was she supposed to do?
Ella kept to herself, just staying in her room most of the time. She would replay the videos, watching of herself at a happier time. It never helped. She just wished she was that girl again... They eventually convicted the man who assaulted her. It was a Russian man, acting in favor of the Silver medalist. Apparently they had worked together and now she was stripped of her medal.
When she was 23, she was on a drive home from the physical therapist's office. Driving along, she looked down at the small cliff below her. She wondered what it would be like to end her life. To drive off of the cliff. And... to just end the suffering. And with a simple jerk of the steering wheel...her car crashed through the railing and it was sent down. In that moment, she almost felt bliss. She would be in a peaceful place. Where she could skate again. And be happy. It sounded so perfect.
Unfortunately, she woke up. She woke up to a white hospital room, hearing the beeping of machines after 78 days in a coma. She hadn't died. She woke up. And perhaps that upset her even more. She couldn't even kill herself. She had a lot of damage. Broken bones, internal bleeding, glass and debris in her wounds, brain swelling, fractured skull.. The list seemed to go on forever. They had no idea if she would walk or talk again. If she would even wake up. But she woke up. And she was perfectly fine minus needing to have physical therapy. She had feeling in her body still. The doctors had no idea if she would pull through but she did. And they called her a miracle.
Once she was medically clear, now came the physical therapy part and the mental healing. She was sent off to live in a rehabilitation center, getting constant care. Ella hated it here. She still didn't want to live at all. She just wanted to sleep and never wake up. Plus this place treated her like some type of child. She couldn't do anything without someone right there for her. After all, she couldn't walk either. It had only been a week and they had just been trying to get her to walk. She could hold herself for a few seconds but that was it. She was not strong anymore. Going to the bathroom was a pain in the ass as well.
Today was her first session with the psychologist. Some nut job who would ask her "And how do you feel about that?" or some shit. She didn't want to talk about her problems. The young woman was no longer herself. She was quiet, moody, angry and unhappy. As the nurse rolled her in and helped her onto the couch, Ella sat there in her sweatshirt and sweatpants avoiding eye contact with this doctor. Her golden brown hair was a little messy, pulled back into a haphazard bun. The dark circles under her beautiful blue/green eyes showed the exhaustion she had. She wanted to curl up but she couldn't do it. She was too weak. She was too weak. Ella Cheyenne Fields was too weak.
The voices that consumed her head were too much to bear. The way she thought of herself now. The way she degraded her self being into trash. It was obvious she needed help. She had needed help for a while. But no one noticed until it almost seemed too late...
Life hadn't always been so terrible for the previously vivacious young woman. No, it has been rather great. Ella Cheyenne Fields was born on a hot July day in Dallas, Texas. She was the third born in the family, first girl and would turn out to be the only girl in the family. It had some troubles but she generally loved being the only girl of five children. It had perks as well and while all the siblings fought, they loved each other to death. The family moved around Texas a few times, settling into Austin, San Antonino and the suburbs of Houston for a while as well. When Ella was just 4, she went to the local skating rink as her eldest brothers were being signed up for hockey. On the ice, she was mesmerized by a girl doing spins and jumps. She would land them so gracefully and the way she moved was elegant. Ella remembered tugging on her mother's coat saying "Mommy Mommy! I wanna skate too!" And the rest was history it seemed. Ella swam and did softball throughout the years but figure skating always seemed to be her calling.
The better she got, the more her parents took notice. And they could see the drive in her eyes. And when Ella mentioned she wanted to be an Olympian...they had a difficult decision. There was many top notch coaches...but unfortunately not in Texas. They could move to California, Michigan or Colorado. Those were the places with Olympic caliber coaches. The consensus was California as Rebecca's, her mother, parents lived there. So the family packed up, Ella just being 7 when they arrived in California for her to train. And it was the best decision they ever made.
She quickly proved to her coach that she was dedicated. That she wanted to be the best. And her coach was determined to make all of her dreams come true. So began the hard training. And with all the hard practices, the falls and the trails and tribulations...she somehow continued on. She was never the typical skater. She wasn't 5' 1", 95 pounds. Instead she was 5' 6", pushing 140 or so. And she had a curvy body with large breasts and a nice ass. Something that wasn't exactly common. But oddly...it didn't work against her for some reason. Maybe she was just very lucky to be the way she was. But the height meant she was able to jump higher and go faster sometimes. She had long golden brown hair that seemed to be just a complete frizzy mess from time to time. Her blue/green eyes stood out against her light skin and the ghosting of freckles upon her face.
Her first national success was at 14 when she won silver at Junior nationals. The next year it was gold. The more she competed, the better she got. Then it was onto US nationals. This would be a tell tale if she could get to the olympics soon. And her first bronze was a victory. At 17, she won silver in not only the US nationals but in the World Championship. She was apparently ready for the Olympics. She was finally making a name for herself as she went on to win the US nationals as she was 18 and the World Nationals.
Next stop was Turin, Italy for the just legal adult. Her first Olympics proved that she had nerves. She was so nervous! She was expected to win. All of the pressure was put on her. And it was hard to deal with at times. In practices she would tumble and stumble which made her questions herself. But she came out as the Gold medalist. She had been so excited and it was amazing. The next four years she spent training even harder. Sochi, Russia was approaching fast and she was ready. A more mature now 22 year old Ella was ready to win back to back gold. Something that had only been down twice. She was ready for the challenge...
But two days before the competition...it happened. She was on her way to practice when a large man out of no where approached her. He pulled out something and swiftly smashed it against her knee. Down went Ella as she screamed in pain. Her screams were heard across Russia it seemed. And there wasn't a moment where it was not talked about on TV. Would she compete? Did this end her career? Ella didn't want it to end like this. The x-rays confirmed it was a fracture of her kneecap and it had possibly torn her ACL. But on that first night, she went out and competed. With her swollen, black knee and all. It was terrible. She couldn't land any of her jumps and it was just a nightmare. But she pushed through it, ending her routine with a round of applause. She ended up crying on the ice as she skated off, disappointed in herself. She didn't end up even doing the long program because she was in too much pain and so far behind. She ended up in 14th place, watching another girl grab her gold.
Back home, she had surgery to fix the ACL and the brace helped her knee heal. But it was determined that she would never skate again. Ella wanted to prove them wrong and when she was finally healed, she was out on the ice. But they had been right. She couldn't skate. It just didn't happen for her. Each jump she fell harder and she didn't have that same fire in her. That is when the depression sank in. The self-loathing and the way she hated herself. Her life had been figure skating. Nothing else. What was she supposed to do?
Ella kept to herself, just staying in her room most of the time. She would replay the videos, watching of herself at a happier time. It never helped. She just wished she was that girl again... They eventually convicted the man who assaulted her. It was a Russian man, acting in favor of the Silver medalist. Apparently they had worked together and now she was stripped of her medal.
When she was 23, she was on a drive home from the physical therapist's office. Driving along, she looked down at the small cliff below her. She wondered what it would be like to end her life. To drive off of the cliff. And... to just end the suffering. And with a simple jerk of the steering wheel...her car crashed through the railing and it was sent down. In that moment, she almost felt bliss. She would be in a peaceful place. Where she could skate again. And be happy. It sounded so perfect.
Unfortunately, she woke up. She woke up to a white hospital room, hearing the beeping of machines after 78 days in a coma. She hadn't died. She woke up. And perhaps that upset her even more. She couldn't even kill herself. She had a lot of damage. Broken bones, internal bleeding, glass and debris in her wounds, brain swelling, fractured skull.. The list seemed to go on forever. They had no idea if she would walk or talk again. If she would even wake up. But she woke up. And she was perfectly fine minus needing to have physical therapy. She had feeling in her body still. The doctors had no idea if she would pull through but she did. And they called her a miracle.
Once she was medically clear, now came the physical therapy part and the mental healing. She was sent off to live in a rehabilitation center, getting constant care. Ella hated it here. She still didn't want to live at all. She just wanted to sleep and never wake up. Plus this place treated her like some type of child. She couldn't do anything without someone right there for her. After all, she couldn't walk either. It had only been a week and they had just been trying to get her to walk. She could hold herself for a few seconds but that was it. She was not strong anymore. Going to the bathroom was a pain in the ass as well.
Today was her first session with the psychologist. Some nut job who would ask her "And how do you feel about that?" or some shit. She didn't want to talk about her problems. The young woman was no longer herself. She was quiet, moody, angry and unhappy. As the nurse rolled her in and helped her onto the couch, Ella sat there in her sweatshirt and sweatpants avoiding eye contact with this doctor. Her golden brown hair was a little messy, pulled back into a haphazard bun. The dark circles under her beautiful blue/green eyes showed the exhaustion she had. She wanted to curl up but she couldn't do it. She was too weak. She was too weak. Ella Cheyenne Fields was too weak.
