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The sunlight coming through my shredded curtains meant it was probably sometime near lunch when I wake up. I'm most likely going to need to get more food from the store but I don't feel like getting out of bed, just one of those days I think, today is going to be a bad day I know it. I eventually get out of bed and visit my kitchen, a half loaf of bread on the counter, a jar of peanut butter that has a spoon full of peanut butter in it, and some frosted flakes.

I take a bowl out of my cabinets and pour some flakes into it, I'm surprised I even have this kind of cereal because this was my favorite food when I was younger and eating it always reminds me of the past. like the day I figured out fighting was my thing over swimming.

| 4 years prior | the first week of grade nine was already over its a Friday and I just have to sit through geography then it will be the weekend, "you all know what your homework is" my teacher called "hand it in on Monday" he finished right as the bell rang, everybody rushed into the hall to arrange plans with friends on what they would be doing on the weekend but I took my time, I still had no friends, friends like to know stuff about you but I cant let anyone know what happens at my house.

if they ever saw the cuts and bruises something would most likely happen to me or my mom, HE would beat us spend or the rest of the money we have on alcohol, and then beat us. I can take the beatings but when he does it to my mom that's what makes me angry, and I cant do anything about it because I'm not big enough.

so no friends means more safety for me and my mom, as I'm walking though the halls with the last few people clearing out I don't know what I was expecting would happen at the end of the day, of cause every day I wish my mom would come to my school and tell me we were moving or leaving HIM but that never happens. what did happen was me just managing to hear I quiet call for help that got cut off almost instantly it sounded like it came from beside the school around where nobody ever really goes.

curiosity got the better of me and I snuck my way to the corner to get a look into the small yard behind the school only to see a girl with the shredded remains of her shirt covering the top of her body and a boy a little bigger then me holding his hand over her mouth and a knife at her throat. I probably should have just walked away or told somebody what was happening, but when I saw the guys face I couldn't, he looked like a smaller version of HIM what I would guess HE would look like if he were in high school.

It instantly reminded me of what my life was like but this wasn't HIM this was some random guy maybe a few years older then me and only slightly bigger then me. I wasn't going to let this guy do what he was about to do, so I crept up behind him as he was whispering things to the girl, the girl saw me her eyes were pleading for help and before I could change my mind I had already jumped at the boy.

My fist collided side on with his face making him stagger away from the girl, stunned by my surprise attack I used that to punch the wrist holding the knife sending it flying away to the side, as he regained his wits long enough to focus on who was attacking him, I got a good look at him he had short blond hair cold blue eyes and a scar running down his face, he wasn't like HE was but the way this guy went about gave me the impression that they were the exact same.

I finished my analysis of him right before he swung at me with his right hand, it was a powerful punch I would assume but it was long and slow and easy to dodge, I side stepped and punched him in the abdomen before throwing a left hook that caught him in the jaw, he staggered backwards and I used this to throw a fast straight at his nose. A sickening crack could be heard as I broke his nose, he fell to the ground with me jumping on top of him my knees held his arms down and my fist's rained blow after blow after blow onto his face before I remembered about the girl and the fact that this wasn't him.

I got off him and wiped my now bloody hands on his clothes before turning back to the girl standing a few yards away from me, a look of awe and fear plastered on her face. I could only imagine what she would be thinking after seeing that so all I could do was fish out the sweater I had on earlier throw it at her and leave, but not before she called out a thank you. | Present |

I shook my head to clear out my thoughts of that day, it was a big day in my life I guess the day I had my first real fight and it was for a good cause to so that day helped me in some aspects and screwed me in others, but that was also the past and I cant change the past no matter what I do. what i can do is get ready for my fight tonight, I think,and with one more look towards the counter I make a mental note to get more bread as well.