"Whoah what the fuck backpack?" I said as I sloppily kicked my ripped up bag. "What's your problem, you wanna start something?" I said as I picked my backpack up and held it against the tree as I lifted my fist up. "Y-your just a stupid piece of shit who doesn't deserve to live!" I said as I repeatedly punched and kicked my poor bag. I dropped to the ground and smiled and looked over at my beaten backpack. "You deserve it" I said as I thought about what it would be like to fight my dad back.
I instantly snapped out of it and felt hungry. "No way man I'm staying here haha" I said as I looked down at my stomach. I forgot to put some food in my backpack, I must've forgot. So I laid against the tree and started to slowly dose of thinking about what it would be like to trade places with my dad, beating him until he couldn't breathe anymore.
My high wore off way to fast and I still feel depressed. So I pulled out my bag full of laced acid and smiled
