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Now enjoy Chapter one of my story!

During the cab drive to my childhood home I scratched my arm feeling this overwhelming feeling. I wish it'd go away. "So why are you heading to the Sticks?" The cabby looked at me in the back seat clearly trying to make me feel engaged, he also wanted a tip most likely.

My hand moves from my forearm down to the top of my knee. I'm glad the cast was only on for a few more weeks. It'll be nice to get that damn itch. No matter how hard I try I could never get rid of it. Oh just the thought makes a shiver travel up my spine.

As my mind slowly comes back to the fact I still haven't answered the cabbie's question "Got put on leave from my job, so I'm heading home" I answer it as best as I could. Being completely honest I don't really know why my manager made such a point to send me away.

I didn't cheat, I fought fair and square. "Ah, I see, I'd recommend the train next time. It's closer and cheaper" He said looking out the window at the cloudy sky, the sun was covered away long ago. The heat it offers is barely noticeable today.

A storm is coming and I forgot my damn umbrella again. "Nasty storm is coming eh?" The cabby almost reading my mind spoke out what was on my mind "Yeah looks like" As I stared out over the small river that ran beside the road I saw a vague light shining brightly however the moment my wandering eye came back to get another look at the light it's gone. Through a road sign that was exactly where I thought I saw the light read Teito.

Teito was a pretty nice city that offered a lot of jobs. It helped that it was one if not the biggest city in Tokyo. It's funny now that I think about it, the trailer park is located not a short bus ride and a bit of a train ride to it. I think in my whole twenty three years of life I've only been there on my own, never with family.

Once I finished paying the cabby, I looked at the road that leads into the forestry trail that was my own custom shortcut to my old home. It avoids the front gate which was good for if I wanted to ditch school. It also had the added bonus as being my get away from a lot of the bullies that chased me.

After a moment of reflection I lightly shake off my jitters hopping on one foot letting it all out. "Don't be a coward" My little pep talk was enough to get me moving with a new found confidence. I use my crutches to navigate the now overgrown with vines, roots trail.

Using my crutch to occasionally knock vines and rocks out of my way not wanting to trip and fall. Last thing I want is to have to go through another two months of this torture. I kept on till I was at a familiar pathway that led home.

Walking down the small stone pathway that leads to my least favorite place...My breathing was quickening, I heard a throbbing in my head every time my heart pumped the memories rushing back. The cast on my leg not helping me walk to the stairs led to the wooden deck used to attach to the small trailer barely big enough for one person. My crutches were pressing into my armpits. "I'd rather just walk without these annoying things" it may have sent a throbbing pain straight up my leg to my spine which turned into a stabbing and twisting pain, Somehow it'd feel better then these stupid things.

I laughed out loud as I hopped up the first step of three. Going back to the times I'd come running home from school being chased by what some would call bullies, Though I wasn't the original target. I always had a short temper and in any given circumstance stuff could set me off. I guess the bullies did or said something that set me off and I punched one of them right in the jaw. It was a wild swing that connected fueled by pure instinct. I did what I saw in the movies.

Using my full body pushing my arm forward, closing my eyes hoping i hit something, To my utter shock i felt my knuckles sink into something soft before meeting a resistance. I heard a pop and crack. I smiled thinking it was the bullies jaw. I aimed just for it thinking it was the best spot to hit in one quick motion. The next moment my eye shot open as pain rushed up my hand, and quickly trailed up my arm, much like a snake bite full of poison every time my heart pumped pain washed over my body. My vision was blurry, and the next moment liquid fell from my eyes. Tears my dad always said crying is for the weak only.

Through the tears, as well as blurry vision. I saw the one bully I punched leaning to the right, a hand gripping his chin, eyes glaring at me. I saw fire behind the glare. That's when I learned that bullies ain't a forgiving group. Four figures were in my vision. they all throw much better punches, and kicks. I remember on that clear day falling to the dirt leaves crunching under my weight. The cool grass welcoming me.

I did the second thing I could think of pulling my body into a tight ball. Even through intense pain. My arms were taking a good chunk of the blows, but not all. The sounds of objects hitting skin, and the occasional grunt or cuss from the forms above me. Which all sounded miles away. All I could hear was this annoying ringing in my ears that seemed to grow louder with every kick to my head.

My sight began to pulse. Pain at every breath I took made me fold tighter in on myself to avoid more damage...For a moment I saw blackness. It lasted for all of half a second. During that moment I felt nothing, saw nothing except for a vague light buzzing in and out almost calling me. It reminded me of the light at the end of that long tunnel everyone talks about. Almost as soon as it happened my body shook to motion.

My arms and legs shot out to get myself up off the dirt. Everything felt slow motion, every move that I made felt like I had years to make sure I wouldn't get hurt. Once I was able to get my legs pumping I ran. Ran as far and fast as I could, to the only place that came to my mind.

"Home" My eyes took in the rust ridden trailer that I used to call home for fifteen years this place was my safe haven from those school bullies. As well as my own personal hell. I took a winded breath before hopping up the next step, almost losing my balance on the landing. "Still no fucking railing" Somethings' never change. Irritated at the lack of care that was put in even with all the money I sent here.

As I tuck both crutches up and inside my left side I hopped up the last step trying to avoid placing my latest injury on the ground to avoid that pain it brought with such movements. Looking back at where I just drudged my ass from.

"Peachy lets do it again" I mutter quite negatively. I never liked these damn rickety stairs . The thought of having to live here again...My body felt heavy, standing upright seemed to be difficult even though I might have lied to say things would have gotten better. It's obvious that I shouldn't have come back. I worked my crutches out of my arms as I turned to slowly work my way back down, These stupidass stairs.

Once I took my breath to leave this place behind me and try my luck being homeless, at least till I can work again. The sound of that creaky screen door slowly opening followed by someone in boots walking on wood. The screen door slammed shut the same time a familiar male voice met my ears "Vansley! I Thought it was you, Goddamn it's been years" It was my cousin the sight of him without his usual long hair made a frown come to my lip "Hey Warron how's treatment" He was paler then normal but seemed to still have a bit of meat on his bones.

His eyes drifted across all my bandages, across my face. The cuts and bruises are still very fresh. They don't hurt, I honestly forgot about them till i saw the look of curiosity. His eyes drifted down to my leg which was still in a cast before answering my previous question "I'm as good as should be expected" His tone held a bit of anger in it... Should I apologize? But what for I haven't done anything' "Anyway you can come in, I was just watching the fight" His attitude completely changed as he slowly walked back into the small trailer.

Once the screen door swung open and shut I slowly worked my way inside the crutches as annoying as ever my shirt feeling tight on my arms. The sound of them hitting the ground made it clear I was moving to the door. Reaching out and struggling with keeping steady as well as opening the door. I give it a hard yank feeling as the door flies open, my body shifting to follow the motion.

Wafting from the little opening that greets me. The smell or alcohol, as well as smoke filling my lungs, hasn't changed at all. The faint sound of voices echo through the thin metal walls, nothing I can confidently make out. I peek inside a fog of smoke like mist dulls my sight, Hopping inside I see the fridge to my left and a place to the side to my right, all match the outside. Complete with dust, rust, and smudges from at least eighty-years of chain smoking.

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