"God my head hurts."
I lay on my bed, feeling terrible. My phone on the charger next to me, almost dead. Huh, I feel it. After returning from a party I went straight to my room as I usually do. I practically drowned myself in water so I wouldn't be feeling drunk, and it worked to a extent.
The bed feels hard, body feels soft, and everything is swapped. Am I high? Or am I just not feeling good? I can't tell, it's happened too many times, I've just come to accept it at this point. I can't sleep, but I'm comfortable. God, this sucks.
***
I guess I never really was a good kid, always a problem child. Middle school was when it all changed, at least in my opinion. I found myself surrounded by the "cool" kids a lot, and I got a lot of popularity because of that. I got praise from all the kids. I was smart, strong, and social enough to make me the prime example of what the others kids wanted to be.
But with anything that's good, there's bound to be something bad. As I rose up in popularity, I got haters and threats. So as a precaution, I formed a small gang to keep me safe. I knew I was fine by myself, but the feeling of having backup was also calming. Me and this gang climbed to the top of the class hierarchy fast. It wasn't just because of me however, we did bad things to make them afraid of us. We committed crimes, like stealing and assault. We beat anyone down who opposed us. It was a dictation if anything else.
The relationship with my family only went down hill from there. The more things I did wrong, the farther apart we would get. My brother was the only person who stayed by my side. He helped me with anything he could, but then he left for the JSDF (Japan Self-Defense Force) a bit before I went into highschool, and I was left of my own accord again. I never tried to fix my relationship with my parents, as I thought they wouldn't ever forgive me. I still think that way even now.
Then highschool came along, and I became who I am now. Wakino Nobuyoshi, was a upperclassmen to me at that time. His ego was beyond inflated, a real douchebag. To him, I was a rival of sorts. One for who the badest kid in school. It's a dumb thing to have fights over, but we did. My entire freshmen year I was constantly crossing paths with him and his followers, almost starting fights every time. There started to be a argument about who was the "King of Mischief" in the school, and the two candidates were me and Wakino.
When I became a sophomore, he decided to confront me head on. The second week of school he challenged me to a fight. This was a fight to finally settle the debate of who was the "King of Mischief" in our school. I thought it over for a while, and decided that I can't let an ignorant faggot hurt my reputation. So I accepted it, and the fight was scheduled in 5 days from when I agreed. I didn't train, I didn't think of a plan, I didn't do anything like that. Why? I knew I was going to win. He may be conditioned and strong, but he doesn't have anything on me. It takes more that power to win a fight. It takes the power of a strong mentality as well. I just so happened to have an unbreakable mentality.
As I arrived at the place. People were all on Wakino's side. I was constantly getting told to leave, give up, pray, and to forfeit the match. It didn't bother me at all, rather, it made me want to hurt him even more than what I already wanted to. A person told me to get on my knees for Wakino, and I shot him a glare that made him freeze. It made everyone freeze after that. I continued my way to the "ring" where we'd be fighting. When I arrived, it was solid ground, pure pavement. People were booing me left and right, but little did they know... Someone was about to get humbled.
I walked into the middle of the circle with people all around. Wakino walks into the ring with me, and I pull my hands out of my pockets. We both take off our hoodies, revealing built and menacing bodies.
"You ready to get hurt?" Wakino says with a cocky smile.
"I hope your ready to die." I respond with the smirk of a killer.
"I'd love to see you t..." Wakino gets cut off as my fist hits his jaw without warning, knocking him back. Right after he gets a vicious kidney shot, and then his face is slammed into my knee. He stumbles back and falls down. Everyone one around us cheering and booing both sides of the fight. "Wakino's getting rocked.." "Daiki is hella scary when he's serious..." "I wouldn't last a minute against Daiki...". People chatting back and forth about me, it gets me excited. Wakino's finally gets back up blood sleeping out of his mouth, and his hand holding his side. He spits out a bit of blood. I stand, relaxed, and not worried. A taunt that's sure to aggravate your opponent to make rash decisions. And he does. He lunges at me, and I dodge easily as I kick him down. He skids across the pavement as the crowd makes a surprised sound. I walk up to him, and give him a disappointed look. He looks up to me, his face and eyes filled with worry an fear. I kick his head Into the ground harshly. His head hits it and bounces up, a solid red mark left on the ground.
Wakino screams out in pain, his hand go to his head immediately. Blood dripping on the ground, I kick him over again, getting another whimper of pain. A smile forms on my face as walk away, letting everyone there know that I'm the superior one, the one they should all fear, and it worked. For the rest of that year, not anyone, even Wakino gave me any problems. So I continued on with what I did before that fight. Partying and things of that sort
***
Man, what a memory to have right now. God damnit I'm tired. It's already 1:35. I should probably get some sleep now. I close my eyes and lay flat, letting my body relax as much as possible. I can already tell that Tomorrow is going to be on hell of a day...