...chapters of my life... musings of my mind...: David Morgan was fourteen years old, when his parents got killed in front of him. He's trying to live on... He's trying to forget... But these nightmares are always there. Why did his parents got kill...
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After I left Rob's house, I didn't want to call a cab. I needed to collect my thoughts. I needed to breathe. So, I decided to walk home. Clear my head.
Rob's neighborhood was pretty nice. Kind of like the neighborhood me and my parents used to live in. So, it was pretty nice to walk there, looking at the big houses. It was already way past midnight, so I didn't really see anybody else on the streets for a long time.
I had to walk for about forty-five minutes to get back to the inner city. I passed a few clubs and bars with people waiting in front of the entrance or with drunk people coming out.
I wandered through the backstreets of the city, thinking about what Rob said; thinking about Stacy; and about the summer they probably had together.
As I was going through an ally two guys walked by me. I didn't even really look at all the people I passed on my way home, but shortly after the two guys walked by me, something hit me over the back of my had.
The back of my head felt like it was about to explode. I fell forward and landed on the cold concrete. My hand went to the back of my head. I wanted to see if I was bleeding. But I didn't even get a chance to check, because only a split second later a foot smashed into the side of stomach.
I tried to protect my body with my hands as best I could, but soon one guy was kicking me in the stomach, and the other one was coming from the other side to kick me in the ribs.
My head hurt. The pain in my upper body got worse with every kick. After what seemed like forever, they stopped kicking me. I must have had bruises all over. I didn't even know which part of my body hurt the most. Then one guy knelt over me and punched me in the face three times. When he was sure I wasn't really moving anymore, I felt him fumble for my purse.
My head was killing me, and my ears were ringing. I tasted blood in my mouth. I must have had a cracked lip or something. My nose felt weirdly wet as well - maybe it was bleeding too - and one of my eyes was pretty swollen up right away.
My eyes were watery, but I recognized that both of them were standing up and taking a few steps back to look through my purse.
I lay there on the cold concrete. My jaw hurt like crazy. But then I was suddenly taken back to the night of the incident. I was lying on the street unable to move, as I was back then. But this time I had to do something. I was still so angry about Rob and now this fucking shit.
The two guys were still looking through my purse. I decided that this time I wouldn't just keep lying there and take it.
For a second, I thought about how to deal with these two guys. I had to find a way that they couldn't gang up on me. I thought about stuff I knew back from playing soccer. I had an ankle injury once, where I couldn't even put weight on my leg, not to mention walk or run. And I knew the knee is a very weak point in the leg as well. My head was ringing. Damn.
