A House of Turquoise and Clouds

Fight

   He was pushed to the ground. The boys surrounding him. They kick him as he cries out. Kicking and kicking. Not stopping for even a second.

   Pain. He was in so much pain. It was unbearable. He felt as if he would puke. He felt as if he would close his eyes he would no longer be in pain.

  Not like that would work anyways. One of the boys picks him up from the ground and holds him up. The other two taking turns punching him. The blond making sure to hit extra hard, just because.

   The boy holding him throws him down on the ground. They laugh. Calling him names, along with other things.

   They began to walk away from where he lay on the ground. The sounds of their laughs playing on repeat in his head. Their words.

   Stupid. Weak. Pitiful. Nobody. Nothing. Worthless. He would show them stupid and weak. How he was pitiful, how he wouldn't amount to anything.

   He looked up. The blood in his mouth giving an awful taste. He got onto his hands and knees. He stood up. He called to them.

   As they looked to him he spat out the blood in his mouth. Wiping it with his sleeve, smearing it onto his cheek. He smiled.

   Or did he bare his teeth. He looked at those boys as they walked back to him. Shaking their heads, mumbling how he should just give up.

   He lunges. Grabs them by their collars and spits in their faces. Pushes them off. Throws punches. Does all he can to let them know how worthless he was. To show them how weak he was.

   He would let them know. Let them know that he was pitiful. That he was stupid. That he would never amount to anything. He would show them that he was just a boy that could be easily taken down.

   He bared his teeth at them. He spat at them. And he fought. Because he was a savage that could not be contained. Because he wouldn't go down unless he was fighting the whole way through.