I was a normal enough teenager who goes to college like every other 16 year old and does the same things but I always had a problem with my anger issues, from when I was young, but as I got older, I got worse.
Today was like any other day, sitting in my English class with my friends, whilst we were waiting for our lesson to start, the teacher, Aggie, was late for our lesson, as usual. There was previous tension between the other groups in the class but today felt like there was going to be arguments and fights. There was always childish bickering in the class but today, I didn't feel like I could handle any arguments. As the rest of the class entered, followed by the teacher of the lesson, immediately arguments broke out.
"Why did you put that about me on FaceBook?" said Aaron, one of the main protagonists from our group.
"Well, who said that post was directed at you?" Replied Alex, who was the main antagonist from the other group. Everyone had problems with Alex for ages but I never wanted to stand up and say anything in anyone's defence, because didn't want to cause problems for myself if I was able to avoid it.
"Well, you know what if you've got a problem, say it to my face!"
"Why should I say it to your face? You're just a waste of fucking space, you little twat!"
As soon as those words were said, I could no longer hold my opinions and spoke up.
"Why do you think you can bitch about people right to their face and think you can get away with it because you don't use names? It's ridiculous." My friends looked on in shock, they never saw me argue with anybody before and now, I decided to take on Alex.
"Oh so you wanna start now? Finally got the cock out of your mouth to speak up? Fuck off back to your little bumboy, cos you just ain't fucking worth my breath." Alex thought that he had shut me up for good, but this only started problems from himself instead. Something clicked. I couldn't stop the emotions running through my head. I felt like I was just going to start crying right there in front of everybody, but the sadness turned to anger and pure emotion. If looks could kill then there would be a room of dead bodies, from the rage surging through me.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, what gives you the right to talk to me about my sexuality like that and don't ever talk about Calum like that, or trust me, I will fucking kill you!"
"Ohhhhhhhh, what you gonna do, gayboy! Bitch slap me to death! Go on then! Have a go at hitting me!"
I knew that couldn't fight him or people would find out about past, but something inside me took over and made my decisions act on my emotions to a very excessive level. I couldn't have cared about what happened next, I just wanted to show Alex that he shouldn't ever mess with me. I took one of the chairs in the class room and broke one of the chair legs off, pinned Alex up against a wall and was about to cave his skull in with the blunt object, I paused to cherish the fear in Alex's eyes, he knew that he would get revenge for everything he had done to annoy and demine his friends and especially for offending his lover, no one had ever stepped over that line because they would know the consequence. In the brief moment before I began, I looked into Alex's eyes, I saw the fear and scarcity deep in his soul. I fed off this and it made me want to release every bit of pain I felt in my body and fire it directly at Alex.
Just as I was about to deliver the first blow to the head, licking my lips in the unknown power I possessed, I was restrained by my friend, Charlie. I met Charlie when I started college, she was like a sister I never had because she always made me feel happy whenever she thought I was feeling down and when she asked me not to hit him, I couldn't help but do it to make her feel happy. I lightened the grip on my victim and letting him drop to the floor. I knew that because I couldn't control myself and showed such power and strength, my friends would be asking questions and I would have to tell the truth, I could not hide the past for much longer. I never had many friends because of my problem but at college I had made what I thought were the best friends ever. There was Dave who was simply complex, Katii who had a very funny painful side, which I loved, Jodie who used to beat herself up but since college she began to realize that she shouldn't demine herself, Heather who seemed to have a hyperactivity disorder, Aaron who loves to drink and is a funny drunk, Ceiron who I believed to be a sexual predator but turned out to be a hilarious guy with a strange personality and of course, Charlie who stopped me from being sent back to a place that ruined my life forever.
I never said a word; I just dropped the "weapon" and walked outside to attempt to regain control of my emotions. My friends followed me out, with many questions bursting from their lips, but they didn't want to ask questions that they thought would have provoked me, they understood I was in a very emotional state. They saw anything like this from anybody and especially wouldn't have expected it from me, they saw me as an optimistic, chirpy and happy guy, but when they saw what I had become they knew that something had happened prior that I was trying to repress. They didn't realize how close to the truth they were, but they were soon to find out.