Happy_mushroom2013
"People see the fists, not the reasons behind them."
I'm Max. I'm the quiet kid in the back of the class. The one who flinches when you raise your voice, who walks faster when the hallway gets loud.
I have anger issues-I know that. I've got nightmares, flashbacks, scars no one asks about. And yeah, I get hit, shoved, humiliated. Every day.
But none of that matters.
Because my sister needs me. And I promised myself a long time ago: she'd never have to carry my pain, too.
So I bottle it up. I stay silent. I protect her, even when it tears me apart.
This isn't about being strong. This is about surviving-for her.