I thought the whole time I could control this feeling and didn't think about what would happen if I lost control.
As a high school student, there were not many problems in my life or many things to worry about, my family consisted of 6 members, a sister older than me, a brother and a sister younger than me, my father and mother, most of my interests were about intelligence games and reading books and manga.
I finished my first year in high school two days ago and I was really bored so I decided to go out a little so I quickly changed my clothes and opened the door of my room "Mom I'm going out for a bit" "Okay "Arthur" but don't forget to come back before dinner" "Okay"
I don't want to admit it but there is a strange feeling I get when I'm in a difficult situation as if I enjoy torturing people around me, but I don't want to be able to feel that way.
After walking for some time I decided to go home because dinner time is approaching and people who live in a big city should not go out much at night because it is the time when gangs appear. that's when I noticed that there someone walking behind me so I ran as quick as I can.
When they noticed that I was running away, one of them ran after me and easily followed me and I began to regret that I was lazy in physical education class. He managed to grab my clothes and then kick my foot from behind and then said, "When you ran I thought you would at least be quick." Then he kicked me in the stomach "Running from us at your speed made me feel like you're making fun of us, you bastard".
I tried to stand but I couldn't move without feeling a crazy smile formed on my face, a friend of the man who kicked me said, "who this crazy bastard, I don't like his facial expressions, I'm going to kill that bastard" and started hitting me until I lost consciousness.
"Damn that bastard the whole time you were hitting that damned smile from his face didn't disappear."