Her

Contribution to the chaos

Eric stayed by my side the entire day, holding onto me so tightly that it got uncomfortable...
"Hey E, could you please... I dunno... let me go? This is just because I kinda wanna breathe.. and fight my own battles... and not lean on you like a wounded animal..".
He quirked an eyebrow up..
"You aren't being a burden to me.."
"No, you're treating me so precariously that I kinda don't feel completely...comfortable.."
He slightly smiled and let me go..
"Could've said that an hour ago.."
"Felt like I would offend you.."
"Too late babe.."
He air kissed while I laughed...
"Anyway.. it sorta hurt, but to be honest with you... I really know how to take a hit.. and sooner or later.. somebody like him would eventually crop up soo.. better now than later.."
"Yeahyeah... yeah of course..."
I smiled genuinely before nodding ahead...
"I really just wanna take a breather.."
"I ca-"
"Alone..."
He looked slightly abashed.. VERY slightly... but then he collected himself and nodded with a slanted smile..
"You know where to find me.."
"I always did.."
And with that, I made a sharp turn on my heels and skidded out of the annoyingly clean corridor, and ran my way out through the doors and out the main gate...
I had to leave... I just HAD TO leave...
Because leaving was the easy part, but forgetting wasn't....

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I ran all the way out of the main gates, through the mulberry bush and out into the sunny car park..
I skeddadled to my skateboard, dangerously curving on the yellow lines of the street until I arrived at 'Marvin's Ice cream stall'...
This was where all my sob stories were retold, except.... I had a friend with me..
Namely he who mustn't be named...
As I approached the till, the annoying but smart fucking ice cream dude popped the question..
"Hey? Where's that friend of yours today?"
"He's in a place called none of your fucking business.."
He almost dropped the ice cream cone because of my unexpected sharp reply, but hurriedly fixed himself and shrugged non-commitally..
I casually paid and yanked the cream, huffing as I sharply turned around and FUCKING BUMPED HEADFIRST INTO THIS MOTHERFUCKING WALL OF FUCKING MUSCLE...

My ice cream collided with his shirt..
"For FUCKS sake you little FUCKING shit you messed up my varsity shirt!"
I looked up directly into the annoyingly pitch black eyes of the FUCKING devil...

"Well sorry not sorry Maximillian! Au revoir to you CUNT!"
I smashed the entire cone into his face, crushing the weak cone in my fist, slowly spreading the cream like a moisturizer onto his face...
"Hmm.. that's natural COW shit!"
I backed away before he could catch me...
There goes my fucking ice cream...
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I hurried out of the parlor, kicking a chair or literally anything I could find in my way..
Almost killed a kid..by accident..

I sharply skidded into a shady alleyway and punched the brick wall with everything I had..
The adrenaline didn't wear off for me to notice the bits of scraped skin I left hanging on the wall, the uneven skin hanging off my knuckles in a choppy mess...
I fucking re-opened my wound again!
FUCKING AMAZING THANKS TO THE FUCKERS OUT THERE!!!
But I didn't care..
Not now
Definitely not..
I kept going at it until my vision got blurred with red...
Watery red..
The wall had red graffiti...
I almost had the nerve to write a message out by purely scarping my knuckles across the wall..
People don't stumble across these ingenious ideas do they?!
Saves money on aresenal...
I swiped my knuckle, but it hit bone..
THAT'S when I felt the sharp sting of bone scrape over me...
But before I could resume..
Someone with white shit hanging around his face came striding sideways into the alley..
Awesome!
Cunts are all WELCOME..
"Max! Awesome.. the FUCK you doin here? Couldn't even clean the ice cream jizz off you're face?!"
"Stop. Doing. That.."
"What's your fucking problem if I do?! I can fucking drag my teeth off this brick wall if I wanted to..My. Fucking. Choice. Cunt.."
He looked taken aback... and angry
Not much difference to the norm really...
"Look, doing that isn't going to hel-"
I punched him with my wounded knuckle.. or bone or whatever..
He crumpled, clutching his nose..
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU BITCH?!"
"JUST STAY THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY HUNTERS! IT'S NOT A FUCKING HARD THING TO DO!"
He was clutching his nose when he breathed forcefully out...
"Look..Alaska.. doing that.. or doing this.. it doesn't CHANGE facts.. or events..or reality...it just deforms your hand and leads to the cause of amputation or permanent bone damage.. causing your thriving boxing career to stop..."
"I suggest you stop giving such a big fuck and take your ass back where it belongs... home or hell.. kay? And when did you become a priest huh?"
I laughed, just a tinge manically...
"Fuck off Max.."
He lowly growled, before turning around..
But not before saying...
"I tried..."
I swung once more and I cracked the bone..
It felt like hell.. but I loved it..
This was my favorite pleasure, feeling the pain to numb the sad...
I stopped after a while, and I collapsed, the knuckle smarting and throbbing and burning and boiling and all the rest of the pain that I usually feel ...
"WHAT THE FUCK ALASKA?"
It was Eric, he looked disheveled and wild..
"FUCKING Max told me where you were and what you were doing.. because of you, I didn't FUCKING believe him the first time! BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
I winced..
"OH, but you didn't wince when tearing open your knuckles?!"
He breathed heavily in and out, pinching the bridge of his nose.. calmingly whispering to himself..
"Show. Me. The. Knuckle.."
I slowly brought it out..
He almost fuckin fainted..
"That's... a skeleton's prop righ? Please tell m-me.."
I got up, dusted off and smiled a watery one..
"I'm going to head to the special care unit.. you coming?"
"Yeha why not?"
He muttered sarcastically and we started walking back...
We were fucked up..

But at least I had one other fucker up..
But the thought still kept running in my head...
Why had Max given a shit?
I shrugged it off..
He probably wanted to get something out of it, like telling the whole school what a maniac I was or how he caused my knuckle to bleed or something..
"Penny for you thoughts?"
"I'm great, thanks.."
He huffed a little bit, looking morose..
I signed..
"I dunno what to tell you.."
"Start at the end.."
I shot him a confused look..
"Huh?"
"You know? Start at the end.. with you knuckle binge.."
"Right... that... uhm.. I was pissed that Max totally collided into my ice cream.. looking at his ugly ass french face made me want to scream... so I did... I smashed the remanants of the cone onto his face and then went on my own jolly way to the alley..."
"Oh.. right.. maybe this is why you gotta pay people for their thoughts.."
I chuckled while he laughed, all the while cautiously eyeing my knuckles..
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I got some burning solution poured on it, while some sticky gauze was applied..
They said the skin needed to regenerate as well as the bone, since the innards were showing..
Bits of choppy skin was peeled off and the doctor adviced me to not use that hand for any.thing..
Any
Thing..
That was going to be pretty tough because I needed both arms for fighting.
BOTH my dudes
Lightning and thunder...
Well... I think I had to lay off this one, since he also told me a coureer in boxing looked real shaky for me as this was a very serious injury an-
Well and yadayada.. cause I wasn't listening..
I was never going to listen anyway..
As long as rules were there, I was there
Meant to break it
Shake it
And sauteé it until gooey..
So yehyeh
'Dangerous' sure
'Stupid' I'll take that..
'Reckless' defintely..
'Insane' you're cute..

But 'uneeded'?
Bitch, crawl back under that rock you came from because this sure as heck is very much NEEDED
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Maximun effort ya'll