I first discovered I was a piece of shit in my freshman year—in the dark alleys of town was where it went down. My heart was pumping, while my chest was screaming. My mind was running, air was freezing. A crowd of people circled me, surrounded me, cornered me. Screaming,"Fight, fight, fight!"So, it left me with no other option—I ball my hands up into fist and I told this kid in front of me,"I'm ready for a fight."
The moment I spoked those words-a fist punched my face with a direct hit, and I landed face-first to the ground. "Get your ass up!" The kid beating my ass screamed at me. I tried to get back up but he stomped on my back—forcing me back down, than kicked me repeatedly right before he poured his spit on me. "Get back up shitty dick! ¡Incluso un burro es mejor que tú! [Translate: Even a donkey is better then you!]
That's when I caught his foot the second he could kick me again, and made him fall. Every time you curse my name, knock me out, kick me when I'm on the ground. I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen! But it didn't take him long to jump right up on his feet, and he was pissed. He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose which made me have thick red blood running down my clothes.
That's when he pulled out a pocket knife from his jacket and tried to graze my skin. I tried to dodge them a couple of times, but it didn't work. He caught my left side of my stomach, than my right eye, and attempted to stab my thighs. "¡Bien! ¡Ya terminé de jugar! ¡Deja de tontear! ¿Crees que es gracioso?" [Translate: Alright! I'm done playing games! Stop messing around! You think this is funny?] The guy said as he pulled out a gun a pointed it at me. Everyone stopped making noises.
*bang* I jumped in a split second before he could shoot me, and next thing you know, everyone is running and leaving—chaos filled the air and the shooting continued as I too, ran away, and went home.
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It was 6:48, I was walking home with blood on my hands from my broken nose but like every other day,I was scared to go back to my house 'cause my pops was home. Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles just looking for trouble. So many things at home that I'm dealing with because my dad's been drunk since I was young. So I had chicken on the plate, but the food was cold then I covered up my face so that no one knows.
I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble, but then came trouble when my mom walked into the living room and she said, "Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you." I didn't want to answer. I hate my life. But. Her eyes were glistening, so I mumbled and I said, "Mom. You don't wanna know the things I had to do..."
She then put her hands on my shoulders and said, "Son, you gotta tell me why you're black and blue." I didn't look at her as I spoke," I just didn't want trouble,but I'm the boy in the bubble, so then came trouble.
Chapter and book inspired by
Song: Boy in the Bubble
Artist: Alec Benjamin
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Bastard || クソ野郎
RandomI first discovered I was a piece of shit in my freshman year-in the dark alleys of town was where it went down. My heart was pumping, while my chest was screaming. My mind was running, air was freezing.
