Sith Lord 13
September 22nd, 2010, 10:32 PM
can come back to haunt you.
He's dead. The bastard who tormented me for the majority of grade school is dead. He died at 20. Cystic fibrosis.
When my mother called and told me, I kind of didn't believe it. I ended up looking up the obituary.
I don't know how I feel. Part of me is like, he was 20. Just a little older than me. Nobody deserves to die that young. Part of me is like, bastard finally got what was coming to him. Part of me is just numb.
The kid was a right bastard. He was a shrimp, probably half my size literally. But I refused to fight back. I know if I did, I would have been fucking kicked out of school or something. So I just laid there and took it while him and his brother stood there and beat the crap out of me. Every. Single. Day. One time his little brother punched me so hard in the chest, it was completely covered in a bruise. My mother noticed it. We ended up going to the principal. They were told not to do it again, but no action was taken. The next day... well, I realized exactly what happens to snitches. I should probably get checked to make sure I'm not sterile from the number of shots to the nuts I took.
Ever since she told me, I've been having flashbacks (until recently, I had pretty much blocked out everything before high school, it started coming back about the middle of summer). You know getting the shit beat out of you in a flashback hurts just as much as getting the shit beat out of you the first time?
I'm not 100% sure why I'm posting this, but w/e. I just needed to get it out there I guess.
He's dead. The bastard who tormented me for the majority of grade school is dead. He died at 20. Cystic fibrosis.
When my mother called and told me, I kind of didn't believe it. I ended up looking up the obituary.
I don't know how I feel. Part of me is like, he was 20. Just a little older than me. Nobody deserves to die that young. Part of me is like, bastard finally got what was coming to him. Part of me is just numb.
The kid was a right bastard. He was a shrimp, probably half my size literally. But I refused to fight back. I know if I did, I would have been fucking kicked out of school or something. So I just laid there and took it while him and his brother stood there and beat the crap out of me. Every. Single. Day. One time his little brother punched me so hard in the chest, it was completely covered in a bruise. My mother noticed it. We ended up going to the principal. They were told not to do it again, but no action was taken. The next day... well, I realized exactly what happens to snitches. I should probably get checked to make sure I'm not sterile from the number of shots to the nuts I took.
Ever since she told me, I've been having flashbacks (until recently, I had pretty much blocked out everything before high school, it started coming back about the middle of summer). You know getting the shit beat out of you in a flashback hurts just as much as getting the shit beat out of you the first time?
I'm not 100% sure why I'm posting this, but w/e. I just needed to get it out there I guess.