Conscious Murders

The Beginning

It all started when I was 10. Sitting in my parents kitchen with a bowl of coco puffs in front of me. Fresh warm summer air blowing on me from the summer window. Not a worry in the world. The plan to go ride bikes with my fiends and do whatever it was us ten year olds did back then. I was happy, the happiest id ever been. Mom told me to hurry up and eat or my Sunday would soon be Monday. So I scarfed my cereal down, picked up my dirty dishes and disposed of them into the sink. I quickly ran through the house to grab my shoes and ran out the door. I got on my bike and headed towards the hangout spot. The smell of fresh cut grass, hot sun on my face, a nice breeze blowing in from the west, slightly humid, it couldn't have been any better. Nothing was going to ruin my day, nothing. Until it did. I noticed my friends bikes were all at the hangout spot but no one was to be found. In the distance I heard some kids yelling back and forth. I dropped my bike next to everyone else's and headed towards the yelling. It was Ben, the older kids down the block, him and his crew. They called themselves "The Skeeter Boys". I hid behind a bush and debated on going after them to help my friends or waiting here in the safety of the mustard bush I was behind. Fuck it I thought to myself. I ran up and tackled Ben to the ground and hit him as hard as I could. I missed. I ended up hitting the ground and breaking my fingers on the hard decomposed granite. I got pulled off of Ben by his goons and saw Ben reach for something in his pocket. It was brass knuckles. I got clocked so hard almost out of consciousness. Ben and The Skeeter Boys continued to jump me and my friends. That's all I remember from that day. I woke up in the hospital and from what everyone told me i had been in a medically induced coma for 3 days. I was pretty delusional from the drugs and was very uncomfortable. My mother sat beside me, tears rolling down her face as she held my hand and kissed it. She said she was happy I was awake and told me she'd never leave my side. I started gaining more and more consciousness and asked about my friends, " Mom, where are all my friends?". Mom hesitated, " you need to get some rest". I knew it couldn't be good but I had high hopes, I was ten. Nothing could really go wrong, not to me. Not to my friends, we lived in a nice neighborhood with little to no violence. This was the once a decade kind of situation. I closed my eyes and tried to remember anything from the day. My head started to throb so I stopped thinking deeply about that day. Mom was right, she always was. I needed to rest. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I woke up later that night but I wasn't as delusional. I still had drugs in my system I'm sure, but I could think and speak a little better. I ask my mom again where my fiends were. Mom looked up at me and said, " listen Alex, your lucky to be alive, those boys beat you up pretty bad. Your friends, see your friends. Well, didn't make it". I was confused, " didn't make what? Didn't make it to the hospital, didn't go home? Didn't what mom?". My mom started crying and told me straight up. " your friends passed away from injuries, they got beat up pretty bad as well". " your telling me my friends died and I'm the only one who survived that beating?". "Yes honey, I'm so sorry, you really should be worrying about this now. Get some rest heal up and we will talk about this when you get better". Right after she said that some detectives come walking in. They started asking me about what happened that day. I told them how it was. I rode to my hangout spot to meet up with friends and some random kids jumped us, I didn't see their faces or where they came from. I knew on that day, on that very moment what I was going to do. Get revenge. I ended leaving the hospital a few days later but was on bed rest for a week just to be on the safe side. My mom never left my side. My dad kind of got annoyed because I was taking up all of her time. He loved me don't get me wrong but he was an asshole. Every once in a while he would come check on me and give me water and have me watch YouTube videos on how to defend myself. All I could think is I'm not going to need to use my hands for what I'm going to do to Ben and The Skeeter Boys.