I am Reality

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I come from a blood line of bad temper, it only takes the wrong trigger and I'll let lose, what will be infront, beside and in my hands will be used against anyone and anything. It is the reason why I don't join sports, why I don't compete in anything. I am not destructible because of my anger, I am destructible because of other people anger. Just like any other villian I have a male function, my weakness is other humans fear. So I remember, eighth grade I joined this boys and girls club soccer and football team, I was in for the try outs nothing less and nothing more.

I was being tested by dick hesds who hadn't had any background information on Onis. I put them to test to prove them I am worthy in playing with them in their league. In sports it is known losing is as bad as death during it's frightening moment. We took a game in Rochester against this unknown team. Hell both team were unknown just bunch of 14-15 year old 8th graders competing to an unworthy trophies. I was wrong this game meant the life to these boys. So I made a mistake during the soccer game.
I gave the rivals a shot to Pace up with us. And during that Pace we were beams of the picks the cotton on the field. One mistake and I was triggered by this word. "Failure" and "Fear". It came from the coach. My blood pressure rose, very apologetic but someone didn't took the apology lightly. Reymond, through my core views it was just a game, non life threatening sportsmanship game, for Reymond it was a legacy. He shouted and screamed at at me, and his last word was

"your just a piece of shit man" I was triggered. My blood exceeds I was uncontrollable, my temper escaped, I hit everything I could but my temper was at Reymond, I felt his lost, I felt he lost something and that is why that game griefed. But we went out on each other in the locker room fighting, till the security came and separated us. We had a talk with the coach and we both were taken off the team.