2nd free write on fight story:
I remember it was my first time in a fist fight. Emotion, anger, aggression, violence. Who knew I had it in me? who thought the day would come? my calm soft hands soon became tense and rough. the blood wasn’t mine. a feeling of victory. being someone else’s bad karma. how does karma work? will i be given bad karma for giving someone else theirs? how does pay back work? If she would of kept her mouth shut she wouldn’t be missing teeth. if my friend hadn’t died i wouldn’t be in this predicament. is my friends death the reason for this sudden urge for violence? does it then become the deceased fault? I can’t really blame anyone for my actions. just anger. year anger. anger sounds right. don’t mess with a good kid ever. especially when they are vulnerable. now you have no teeth. your fault or mine? deff yours. i can just wash my hands. you need stitches. whose laughing now? not you. not me either. but i’m relieved you got your karma. but whose going to be mine? no one. You had it coming. I didn’t. you deserved it, I don’t. ha-ha sucks to be you. grieving can be violent when provoked. will you think first next time? i would. I wouldn’t want your karma. no one would.
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