Well, my day is off to a shitty start. I should have expected this though, it's a Monday. My head is haunting me with memories of the two people I cared most about in life. I could barely focus, so that's why I guess I'm in this situation.
Just having a delightful walk in the villiage outskirts. Nothing to crazy just a mile or two and on my way back I'm stopped by the most ignorant "gang" this villiage has ever seen. It's made up of the seven Benson boys.
"Aye! Antlers!" Gavin, the oldest, of the seven called out to me. He thinks that being called antlers strikes a nerve in me. I turned to him seeing his six other braindead brothers. "Yes, jackass?"
"You look like you could use some company." He smirked and started moving towards me. I rolled my eyes and slowly started to back away. "Yeah, um, no thank you."
These sickos had been trying to kill me for years. Their parents hate my parents so naturally they hate me. I personally think they are...okay? Eh. I just don't have any real reason to hurt them.
The Fates weren't on my side today. I tripped on a rock and fell back, extending my right arm to break my fall. Not a good choice. My arm landed on more rocks causing it to break. I yelled in pain and those seven psychos laughed, quickly pinning me down and beating me.