Superficial Crunch

Part 1. Everyone has a beginning. Mine starts here

If you really want to hear my story, you'd better sit down and order a drink first, because this is some skits shit.

If I think hard enough I can remember the exact date, I've always had good memory for stuff like that; dates and small details,  and other irrelevant stuff like that but anyway, it was the 11th of March 2017, a very special day for me, the day that lit a fuse to a very deadly keg of gun powder. So what is this awe inspiring event I'm talking of? Well my friend, that crucial event that sent ripples through history itself, was the day I finally snapped.

I was....let's say a undesirable little twerp, 16, slightly unhinged and so full of myself I thought the world owed me everything, always trying to con the system with a brilliant plan that required zero effort but paid out big, take my very first drug dealing business for example, everyone needs to start somewhere right? Well the start for me was slinging dope to the local Chavs hoping to build rep and work my way up, but with rep comes the danger.

It had been a slow week, One or two sales at most, It was literally my first week selling and I didn't expect much at that point, then almost too good to be true, I got a message from a chav who's number I didn't recognise but dropped the names of a few mutual friends who also happened to be chavs, he was asking for a 50 sack, Bingo.
My naive young brain saw it was a quick buck, the deal was arraigned swiftly and I was relived I'd found someone who didn't want a fucking lay on, a lay on being the local slang for 'Give me some weed and I'll totally pay you later' kind of bullshit, which I didn't want to fall victim to, again.
But I wasn't thinking of lay on's or shady dealings, I was thinking about all the shit a 16 year old should think about, School, Girls, Exams and other trivial things, but also thinking about things I shouldn't think about, like how everyone's going to die a pointless death, that society isn't real and that reality is about as plausible as a character in your favourite movie wearing 3D glasses sitting in a cinema and staring straight at you, just gawping right at you until you realise YOUR the one living a movie, not them.
But less of my rambles, I don't want to bore you and be a uninteresting host now do I?

Where was I..oh yes I remember, we was meeting Dippy the chav, what a delightful character huh? Dippy was the fake name he gave me, I mean he basically spelled things out for me!

9:50, It's dark and nothing but dim street lights illuminate the church door I stand in as I wait for dippy, I was always early for deals, thought it was a sign of good dealermanship but some people obviously overlook such things in these situations.
Across the street from me on the left is a old abandoned police station and further up the road is a empty car park with a adjacent shop which closed at 10:00, so there was still a few people rushing in at the last second.

9:56, three lurking figures catch my eye behind the police station, it was too dark to see properly unless you had perfect vision like me so they hadn't seen me and it appeared to be dippy with two friends, one lanky and slightly overweight with bright ginger hair and the other small but surprisingly built with very broad shoulders, a boxer maybe? 
I decided to walk up behind them before announcing my presence, as I approached I heard the lanky ginger speak,
"So when he rolls round the corner we spark him?"
"Aye, then take the sack" Dippy responds, cracking his knuckles through his north face gloves, that's all the motive my jumped up self needed.

9:57, "Alright lads how's it doing?" I practically bounce round the corner and bludgeon the back of the gingers head with my fist, his legs wobble like jelly before going down limply almost like his brain hadn't registered he'd been knocked the fuck out yet, Dippy takes a few steps back in awe, but the smaller of the three was instantly on me.
Crack crack, crack! Definitely a boxer.
Three consecutively well placed jabs on the underside of my jaw, A smile crept across my face as a flex and stretch my shoulders which visibly unnerved the boxer chav, and it was that instant that I saw in his eyes, he knew he was fucked.

9:58, the sound of crushed bones beneath my boot sent a shiver through my body almost orgasmically as I lifted my foot to see what mess I'd made all over the perfectly clean sidewalk, but in hindsight most of him was stuck to the gristle of my boot.
I decided to give my new plaything a break and turned to Dippy who just stood there with a look on his face like I'd just brained his best friend or something, the audacity of some people huh?
As I stood there, head cocked slightly just observing my prey before striking, he opens his mouth to speak but barely manages a croak,
"Please...don't..' Before he could finish I was upon him, crushing his windpipe with one hand and holding the other back as I lean in, centimetres from his face and breathing through flared nostrils like a raging bull,
"I'm not gonna hurt ya, maybe your friend but he's my bitch now, aren't you?" I didn't break eye contact as I'm answered by a sharp gasp from the boxer lying on the ground several feet behind me.
"I just want my money, see it as compensation for your own dark intentions directed towards me, now hand it ove-"

A searing tingle exploded up my spine as coarse metal is rambled between my ribs. I fall down on one knee and grasp my chest to stop racing my heart tearing through my skin, the other trying to cover the hole in my lower left back.

As I recover my senses my face is greeted with the taste of harsh leather and blood on my lip as I'm kicked directly in the centre of my mouth and I'm thrown backwards at a violent angle.
Dippy and the tall fat ginger chav are stood over me looking down revelling over the sudden change of fate, and mercilessly continue to bludgeon my head, chest and stomach till my bones feel like fine powder and organs like soggy water balloons trapped inside my body.

I woke up 4 weeks later in a hospital bed, hooked up to several machines and unable to move anything below neck, practically a vegetable...... To be continued in next chapter!