Emojis ORGINAL

Fight fight fight fight

As I walked swiftly to my next class, something dawned on me. In order to blend in, I'd have to go to that party.

Bla.

I sighed and then winced. Vengefulness pierced my head. It felt rash, and self important, it was the jock. I walked quicker, hoping to get to a class room before he caught up with me.

So of course someone had to trip me.

I should've felt it coming. The rising anticipation, and the half hearted attempt to quell the excitement threatening to burst.

But I was to occupied with the jock's feelings than the surrounding's emotions.

"Timber!" The tripper shouted, with a whoop.

I went sprawling, my notebook sliding on the floor and my backpack crushing me. This has happened almost every single year. The new weird guy, gets embarrassed and brings glory to the higher-ups. Ah, the satisfaction. Too bad I don't get any.

The jock nodded and slapped a high five with the tripper. I bounced to my feet and crossed my arms over my chest.

The jock felt and looked surprised at my quick recovery. Growling, he made a move to push me up against the lockers but I ducked and slipped out from his grasp.

I was now to the side of the jock. Rising frustration built up inside of me, and I felt violent. These aren't your emotions, don't lose control, these aren't your emotions, don't lose control... the mantra went in and on as I tried to keep hold.

I was so focused on keeping control, I didn't notice or feel the rising aggression to the punch.

BAM

The punch hit me in the jaw, my head jerked back, and I raised my hand to my face. Sensing another, I raised my forearm to block the punch.

Ouch, this guy hits hard. Boxing? No, football. The jersey gave it away.

A large crowd had started to gather around us and started chanting fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight over and over again. It was like a sounding drum in my head.

I felt woozy. The world was tilting, the chant they were shouting was a drum in my head and I wanted it to stop.

The pain in my jaw and the tide of emotions threatened to pull me under. I could feel my self slipping.

Dimly, I felt anger and victory piercing my head but it was like a poke and I couldn't react.

Dimly, I saw the jock winding up for the sucker punch.

Dimly, I felt an exploding pain in my head.

Dimly, I saw the floor rush up to meet me.

But, as I slipped into unconsciousness, I felt a clear as day burning curiosity and pity envelop me before I fell into blissful darkness.

My last thought was: He needs to go into therapy.