Night Time Talks with Luna

A World Of Pain.

There was a fight that broke out, right in front of me, and I was the reason for it. 

Jacob delivered an uppercut to Stalens jaw, rocking him backwards. He was quick to steady himself and allowed his fist to ram into Jacobs stomach making him gag a bit but it didn't stop him.

I was a wreck and feeling a sort of buzz that I was afraid of. My hands were shaking, my eyes were blurry. I was frozen as I tried to stop myself but it didn't help. All it did was make me want to loose control even more. I had felt this before. Only once and it was the scariest time of my life. And it was about to happen again. I had no idea this would be a trigger.

First, my hearing gave out. Everything was muffled and all I saw were the two people in front of me. By now there was a crowd and people yelling but it was almost impossible to hear. 

My breathing became shaky and I knew this was when I was going to turn off. I struggled to stop it but it didn't work and I helplessly felt my body start to become numb. First my hands loosened from my clenched fists that helped dig my nails into my palms. My breath become controlled and my eyes closed a bit being half shut. This is exactly what happened the last time.

The last stage of is was when my body went totally numb, out of my control. It became limber, no amount of muscle could stop me from what I was about to do next. If anyone got in my way it was for sure going to be bad for them. 

I took a step forward and watched as the crowd slowly started to back away to give room to the 5'4" girl that had entered the ring. The two boys didn't notice though. Just as Jacob finally saw me, my left fist swung with precision into his face. Before Stelen knew what had just happened I step forward a bit letting my self in between them and kicked my leg up to the left and swinging my body hitting him in the back of the head. I let him stumble forward and shoved my right fist into his face to knock him out. He fell backwards and landed hard on the floor. 

Jacob was still in the fight and yelled at me to calm down but I all I could do was yell sorry at him in my trapped mind. I moved to him and watched as his face turn from desperate to bewilderment to scared. I knew he was frozen in confusion and fear but I couldn't help it. I was practically pulling myself back but it was no use.

I put my hands on his shoulders and I bent him over a bit so I could knee him in the stomach and chest. He let out a ear wrenching noise while I swiftly moved my arm to the right side of him and elbowed him in the back of the head. It had already knocked him out but I proceeded to straighten him up and punch him in the face to throw him down onto the ground. 

He landed, in desperation to stop this I walked my self into the crowd but everyone backed away as I approached the nearest locker. This was the last thing I could think of. I knew it wasn't going to stop me from doing anything rash, even though it was just a locker. 

I started to punch it at full force. I couldn't feel a thing, my surroundings were a black out but I saw myself ramming everything I had into this thing. I was out of control screaming and yelling. People began to back away scared of me.

I started to cry out while I took it all out on the metal box in front of me. I wasn't crying because I felt pain, it was because I was scared and I wanted it to stop. I just hurt two of my best friends. 

I was so lost that I didn't even feel the pain stinging my hands. I didn't notice my knuckles where torn and bleeding. I didn't notice the fact I had just broke my wrist ramming it into the locker. I couldn't feel my jeans rip while I threw my knees into the hard metal. I didn't see the endless amount of fist sized dents I put into this locker by now. I couldn't feel the countless people trying to grab at me to stop me from self destructing. I didn't feel how much pain I was going through. 

After a solid two minutes of throwing every last bit of strength I had at this locker, people finally got me away from it. Everything was cloudy, fuzzy, black and numb until I was starting to wake up. I was kicking a screaming while I was being held down. I felt like a dog that just had it's first taste of blood. 

My breathing was sporadic and I my limbs were flailing. I finally stood up when someone wrapped their arms around me while both of us fell to the floor. I let myself go in hopes of not hurting them while I sat in between their legs. I was trying to push away when they started humming a tune I knew so well and had listen to so many times. The only one that could calm me down. I knew it was Kaleb and I let myself relax. I started to regain consciousness and listened to him hum while I felt the vibrations in his chest that was snug against my back. 

I heard him choke while he carried on and I knew he was crying. I started to sob as I knew he would hate me after this. I lost control after I promised I wouldn't and he watched me loose not only my cool but every single friend I had before. They probably saw this all too. Every single one of them.

I started to respond to the pain that radiated from my knuckles and wrist. I was sobbing while Kaleb never stopped humming. My knees where scratched and had gashes that covered them. My wrist was clearly broken and my hands where a bloody mess. I was a bloody mess.

I let myself cry as the crowd slowly dissipated. Soon after the police arrived and the two boys I knocked out where  put onto stretchers and and rolled into the back of ambulances. The doors of both of the vehicals closed hastily and it reminded me of that day. I never stopped crying and Kaleb was always by my side while the third ambulance showed up to take me. 

He went with me to the hospital and I soon fell asleep not caring about the blood being washed off of my hands with acetone to clean to wounds. That's when I fell asleep for another two days, before waking up to the worst pain I had ever felt.