01-12-2006, 12:14 AM
The closest situation I had to yours?
I was fourteen, and I was living with my uncle in town for a few days, I met a few kids, and they were interested in me, so we talked a lot.
until they decided it was much more fun to bully me.
this went on for a few days, I didnt like violence, so I never stood up for myself. I think I couldve taken them though,cuz I had some teakwondo classes (for two weeks) but I was no only an amateur.
there was one day though, I couldnt stand them anymore. they went to far.
I was walking around as usual, mindidng my own business. then I hear laughter. I turned around, and saw the usual guys who pick on me all the time. I was used to it, so I didnt mind them. but one of them threw a stone at me, I ignored it. big mistake. they all began throwing stones at me, so I ran.
they caught up to me in a dead end with someones garden wall. great.
one of them, if I remember right, his name was pterov, stepped forward, and said something in romanian.
they were laughing. I was getting pissed, but I didnt show it.
then pterov started poking me, I knocked his had away. he slapped me in the back of the head.
another guy kicked me in the leg, I went down.
soon they were all kicking, I was just lying there, grunting.
then it hit me- why was I taking this crap from them? what did I do?
I got up and punched one of them as hard as I could, he lost his balance and fell onto some garbage cans. the other guys looked shocked, but I wasnt done, I smacked two of them around, they ran away.
eventually, pterov was the only one left. he knew he was bigger than me, and he wanted a piece of me too.
big mistake. I went berserk on him, remembering all those days I had gone through, I hit as much of him as I could, he was backing away, trying to protect his face.
I smacked his hand away and hit his face with an open hand. I told him to leave me alone, he nodded, and turned around- but I wasnt going to let him leave- no.
I was going to make sure he left me alone, I was going to teach him a lesson- I pushed him as hard as I could- and regretted it.
he slipped on the frozen part of the sidewalk, and landed on his wrist- breaking it.
I was shocked- I never meant to do that! I could see some of his bone sticking out of his skin- it was gruesome- and I did that!
I just ran back to my uncle's house.
the next day, my uncle recieved complaints from pterov's parents, they were mad.
my uncle decided to send me back to my grandfather early.
and here I am now.
I was fourteen, and I was living with my uncle in town for a few days, I met a few kids, and they were interested in me, so we talked a lot.
until they decided it was much more fun to bully me.
this went on for a few days, I didnt like violence, so I never stood up for myself. I think I couldve taken them though,cuz I had some teakwondo classes (for two weeks) but I was no only an amateur.
there was one day though, I couldnt stand them anymore. they went to far.
I was walking around as usual, mindidng my own business. then I hear laughter. I turned around, and saw the usual guys who pick on me all the time. I was used to it, so I didnt mind them. but one of them threw a stone at me, I ignored it. big mistake. they all began throwing stones at me, so I ran.
they caught up to me in a dead end with someones garden wall. great.
one of them, if I remember right, his name was pterov, stepped forward, and said something in romanian.
they were laughing. I was getting pissed, but I didnt show it.
then pterov started poking me, I knocked his had away. he slapped me in the back of the head.
another guy kicked me in the leg, I went down.
soon they were all kicking, I was just lying there, grunting.
then it hit me- why was I taking this crap from them? what did I do?
I got up and punched one of them as hard as I could, he lost his balance and fell onto some garbage cans. the other guys looked shocked, but I wasnt done, I smacked two of them around, they ran away.
eventually, pterov was the only one left. he knew he was bigger than me, and he wanted a piece of me too.
big mistake. I went berserk on him, remembering all those days I had gone through, I hit as much of him as I could, he was backing away, trying to protect his face.
I smacked his hand away and hit his face with an open hand. I told him to leave me alone, he nodded, and turned around- but I wasnt going to let him leave- no.
I was going to make sure he left me alone, I was going to teach him a lesson- I pushed him as hard as I could- and regretted it.
he slipped on the frozen part of the sidewalk, and landed on his wrist- breaking it.
I was shocked- I never meant to do that! I could see some of his bone sticking out of his skin- it was gruesome- and I did that!
I just ran back to my uncle's house.
the next day, my uncle recieved complaints from pterov's parents, they were mad.
my uncle decided to send me back to my grandfather early.
and here I am now.