I am 22 now and needed to get this off my chest, please read it. OC
> Be 14 in highschool
> Kinda antisocial never really got on with anybody before in my life, only had my older brother as a friend
> Dad comes home late all the time and beats my mom senseless every night.
> Mom never stands up for herself, and just watches when he lays into us
> One morning, we wake up
> Our Dad doesn't.
> Finally free, with the college money my mom put aside, we moved to Philadelphia for a new start.
> Years go on
> Joined a school, didn't have many close friends and a bit of a loner
> Brother has found a group of friends, now he is 18 and I am 17
> They are all a bit rough keying cars and occasionally fighting with others, most come from troubled background like us
> I stay away from them, but my brother always looks out for me
> A few weeks after my seventeenth birthday, my brother falls ill.
> Doctors say it is MS
> Heart broken, I still go to school but cannot focus
> One of his friends comes to me in school and asks about my brother
> I choke up and cannot say a word, I just say "meet a-after school"
> The day ends and I head over to the park where my brother and his friends hang out.
> I see them by a bench in the basketball court=
> I wander over trying to hold back
> They see me, and I walk over keeping my head up
> Without saying a word I sit down next to them
> Taking deep shuddering breathes
> I spill everything out
> After five minutes everyone is silent
> They all are shocked and don't know how to react
> In the distance we hear some people coming to join the court
> Some other people came along and started playing basketball
> We ignored them for the most part as we were all in silence
> To add icing to the ******* cake, one of the idiots sends a ball flying over and striking me over the head
> Out of rage for being pushed around by my father, bullied by people in the corridors and the cruelty of having a dying brother.
> I stand up, and the others do so around me
> Out of blind rage and anguish I run towards the boy, must have been only 16
> And start laying into him, kicking, punching beating
> It takes 3 of my brothers friends to pull me off
> The boy gets up and runs away holding his arm
> No one says another word
> I take my bag and walk home
> Never saw the boy again who I mercilessly beat almost to unconsciousness
> Still feel guilty to this day
> The last thing I heard of him was that he went to live with his Aunt and Uncle in Bel Air