This was like a dream, you would never know when you'll wake up from a nightmare or paradise. For others it might've been hell. Never being able to wake up and see the outside world, but for me it gave me a chance to think about my past. The events that made me who I am today.
When I was little I was constantly told about superheros and their heroic endevors. How they would save the damsal in distress and happy ever after. I had dreams about being a hero too. Saving people, and being a person everyone admired but that dream came crashing down in middle school.
It was the first day of second quarter and everyone knew each other. Which also meant the bullies knew who was their target for the year.
I was walking down the hall excited for the new quarter. New lessons and possibly new friends. That's when I saw it the two kids in our class, Jimmy and John, notorius for their cruel personality, bullying another kid. Tim, the smartest kid in our class, but he was also very timid.
Jimmy and John were pummeling the kid. Tim had bruises all over his body and his nose was bleeding.
"Heh, seems like being smart doesn't matter if you're as weak as a twig." Sneered Jimmy as he continued to hurl punches.
"Stop it! Stop it!." Cried Tim.
Tears were flowing out of his eyes.
"What are you gonna do if we don't? Call your parents and go "waaaa-waaaa"." Mocked John as he watched Jimmy continue beating Tim.
I knew this wasn't right so I jumped right in.
"Hey! Stop it or else I'll call the principle or a teach on you guys." I yelled at them.
"Looks like this kid wants to play hero. C'mere real quick. Let's talk it out." Jimmy said sarcastically.
At the time I thought they really did so I came closer happy that I could stop bullies. Then a right hook came crashing into my gut.
I coughed out spit and I grabbed my stomach with both hands.
John soon came behind me and grabbed my with my hand stuck between his arms and elbows. Holding me in place.
"This is the price of playing hero dumbass. Also if you tell the teacher we'll just beat you harder than we will now."
With that I got hit with a knuckle sandwhich and got knocked out.
After that I woke up in a toilet stall all battered and bruised like Tim was. My body felt likes twig. One kick and I would break in half.
'Next time I won't interfere.'
I limped home desperate to just lay in bed and fall asleep.
My parents questioned what had happened and all I said was that I tripped and fell really badly.
They knew I was lying but left it with me to deal with judging by how I didn't want to tell them.
I went up the stairs and down the hall to my room. I opened the door and fell asleep hoping that the next day will be diferent.
The next day during class I had to use the restroom so I went to the nearby boy's bathroom. Then I saw them John and Jimmy standing there waiting for me.
"Heya dumbass." John smiled as he curled his fists
"I didn't tell a teach so why?" I nervously muttered.
My body shivering and my legs turning into noodles.
"No one said we wouldn't beat you if you didn't tattle so c'mere buddy." John said with a grin.
They beat me up until I was black and blue. This repeated until the end of the year. By then I was changed, I no longer wanted to be a hero. I had learned that being a bystander by might the best way to live life. No one comes to disturb you if you don't disturb them.
3 years passed and I saw it. Jack beating up 3 kids by himself. He had reminded me of what I wanted to be back then. So I decided to talk him and those were the events that shaped who I am today.