The Ugly Ones | ✓

Pugilism

Christopher - Fat

I hit the speed bag as fast as I can. Mark is with the heavy bag, which is weird since he usually prefers to practice with the speed one. He is all covered with sweat, he's breathing hard. It's obvious he is tired, but he keeps punching the bag.

My hands stop hiting the thing. "What's wrong, man?" I ask him.

He answers but he does not stop punching angrily the bag. "My sister," he says.

"Your sister?" He nods. "Your sister," I repeat and he nods again. Confused, I ask him. "I don't get why your sister is wrong."

"She is just annoying. She's been insisting with a - a personal thing and she wants me to tell my dad that personal thing, but I don't want to. It's frustrating, now she's giving me the cold shoulder, she won't talk to me. We are very close, if you can't tell," he explains.

I frown. "Then tell your sister the," I make quotation marks with my fingers, "personal thing is personal. She has to understand."

Mark shakes his head. "You do not get it. My sister is actually right, I need to tell my dad, but I'm afraid the reaction he will have won't be pleasing."

"But you can't run from your problems," I tell him. "I've been there, you can run, but problems will chase you," I say.

He stops hitting the bag. "I know."

Mom stares at me wide eyed.

"What?" I ask her.

"Were you exercising?" She says.

I nod and open the fridge. Why do people get so shocked about it? I know I hate running and stuff but I'm getting into it. It's not that bad anymore. Now, where's the water bottle? Ah, there it is. I pick it.

I kiss my mom's cheek. Just when I'm turning around she holds me by the back of my shirt. "Thank you for doing this," she says with a smile. I shrug it off but smile back.

Okay, I understand why my mom is happy about it. I know she's been hurting for a long time since my dad died, I know she is scared of me dying for the same reason my dad did. I know, I get it. But didn't she have faith in me? Did she really think I wouldn't start caring for my health?

I was going to, someday. I don't want to die.

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THIS IS HOW TO WRITE A CRAPPY CHAPTER.

I'm sorry, I hate this so much. I'm not happy at all with it. But don't worry, next chapter will be great. :) I hope :s

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Yes, I changed my username. Now it's ulotrichous which means having a messy and very curly hair. Aka my hair.

Thanks for reading and being you <3 Happy New Year! Or Happy Last Day, depending on where you live!

Dedicated to xratuayusafx for telling me about the video. Watch it, it's beautiful and really fits the story.

Stay honest,

~Mercy

[pugilism is another name for boxing]