Tired of It All

Chapter 0: Prologue

3 years ago

The halls of a pristine school seemed vacant, what was usually lively floors seemed hushed, almost soundless if you ignored the grunting noises. Sounds that seem to replicate, almost, but not quite exact. The sound was almost like a fierce clap, skin clashing roughly against skin.

Violence against another person, it always seemed easily depicted in movies or in T.V. Watching someone punch another human never seemed dehumanizing on screen. Watching someone get beat, you don't actually feel bad for them unless you're connected in some way, right? Television, Film, It's simply an adaptation from real life, so there had to be some similarities to what happens there and what happens in the real world.

One doesn't truly understand the intensity of a fight, not an argument, none of that word throwing, the severity of a fist smashing against your body. A real fight, getting used to the adrenaline pulsing through the human body, trying to figure out the difference of excitement and that pump of adrenaline. Staying calm during a fight, it was no simple task, to train your mind AND body to act rationally, to think out what it's doing rather act on impulse. This takes discipline, it takes experience. The first fight, if it lasts long enough, the effects of the hormone can cause shaking, irrational thoughts, almost as if you blacked out. Time becomes irrelevant for a while, every punch, kick, swing, push, it all takes so much effort to deal out, this, makes the body tired, makes it believe that 2 minutes is 5. It's almost as if time itself separates, tunnel vision forms. The loss of peripheral vision and adrenaline make the environment's time around you seem sped up while your focus is on the person. It's as if the world around you is leaving you behind while you commit the act of violence.

Now, this can apply to an agreed fight, as in, the two both insisted on the fight and it also applies to a one-sided fight, as in, one person's doing the beating and the other is getting beat. There is just one difference in these, and that is why the adrenaline is being pumped through. The reason why is important, it helps decide your actions that you put forth into the fight.

Skin clashed against skin, this fight wasn't a mutually agreed on fight. This consisted of 2 boys, one getting a beating and the other doing the beating. Both boys were young, just another middle school fight. The boy delivering these blows, his face was twisted around with disgust and rage, his jaw was clenched so tightly just looking at him you could feel the grinding of his molars. His hands were balled up fist, he straddled his victim to the floor, knocking at his victim's makeshift arm barricade that kept the boys face from being hit. The boy who plays the victim in this, was maybe only a year younger, same class as his abuser. His face wasn't twisted about, it was thrown into a fit of shock, his eyes filled with plea and tears that wet his cheeks. His fear tensed the muscles in his body, he didn't want this. That's what kept him from fighting back, he didn't want to be there.

"S-stop! PLE-PLEASE!" The boy coughed out broken up words.
He didn't want to be there, he didn't want this.
"I-I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!" his words cleared up as he spoke out more.
"WHY!? ANSWER ME TEME!" he is becoming bolder, trying to reach into the abusers conscious. Not only have his words become bolder but his actions as well. He kicked the abuser off him and struggled back up on his feet. Before he can reach out again for a reason, a teacher comes jogging through, standing between the two boys. The raven-haired boy, whose face still twisted with anger was panting lightly. The fear-ridden boy no longer had horror written on his face, it was replaced with confusion and sadness.

Neither could hear what the teacher was going on about, it jumbled up as background noise. Before long another teacher came up, and the boys were escorted to the principal's office. They were sat seats apart from each other out of precaution, the Raven stared forward, still grinding his teeth. The other boy held his arms lightly staring at the floor. He gained some composure, long enough to ask once again "Why?" the raven continued to refuse to look at him.

"I can't be seen with someone like you."

--------------
I'm so happy that so many were willing to wait. And Im pretty pleased that i took a step back. It took me so long because I was trying to find inspiration and basically a rhythm on my writing. And I think I found it, it took me starting another story and checking out like a whole ton of books and reading like a shit ton and getting most my life together kinda sorta but yea. I feel pleased with what I've got going on and I hope y'all enjoy. Also that other story I might put up as well but later. I'll be posting the chapters either every 2-3 weeks depending on how fast i get to it. -Vic