𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡 ♥︎

Chapter 55: To Kill a Fire

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''Dude... What did you do?''

I was in the middle of a classroom. It was disheveled. The chairs and desks were thrown all around the place. Either toppled over, or completely upside down.

Surrounded by many students.

I tried to look around for any sort of answer as to what this was. Why I was the center of attention.

Everybody seemed to be alternating their gazes between me and something on the floor, so I decided to look.

... Ah.

It's this memory again.

I've had this one before, it's actually been repeating somewhat the past couple of days. And honestly, if I didn't know the context to this, it'd scare me.

Lying against the wall in front of me was a kid, around 16 to 17 years old, with a bloody and battered expression. His clothes were ripped, and his hair looked as if it had been pulled around.

There were significant damages near his jaw in contrast to everything else. I'm pretty sure I also managed to flatten his nose.

''Somebody call an ambulance!''

''Where are the teachers?!''

''What did he do to him?!''

... I guess I was a bit too harsh back then. I really want to right myself with the 'I was young' excuse, but I don't feel like that's the right choice.

The day this happened is the day when everything started to fall apart.

I lost my friends, my girlfriend, got expelled, and many more to come after that. I- No, maybe I should've just told a teacher instead of doing this.

I was just as naive back then as I am now. I haven't changed a bit, have I?

''Why aren't you saying anything?'' My friend asked me from my left. ''What the hell is wrong with you?''

''... But didn't you want this?'' I looked at him. ''You said 'I'm gonna catch him when he's alone and park him to the floor', didn't you?''

''You went too far.''

I guess.

''Comma... nder...''

''Co... mmander...''

''Commander...!''