Mother told me that during her time, the youth used to dance in rains, girls used to chase so far to reach where the hill seemingly touches the and return home with a smile though didn't meet the horizon. Carrying the silicone umbrella in midst of thunderstorms where the lightning bolts average are 720 million volt every 10 minutes, 3 or 5 bodies will be the usual cup of morning tea in the breaking news. Just when I was living a disappointment among disappointments I felt being strangled.
Before I know it, 5 drunken guys, tattooed like those derailed teens on drug addiction suddenly grabbed me from all sides. In this desperate moment. I went through a brief sketch on how an invisible on and off war for 40 decades had worn out the vast zone I belonged in before my forefathers were even born, how the doctors are now paid to afford only hand-to-mouth living. I envy those before me who were far less qualified than me yet were paid to afford luxuries and the government provided them all sorts of benefits.
I didn't feel scared, instead all those negative emotions I quietly suppressed for the last decade took control of me. I took a hold of a mini ultrasonic bone scalpel rolled up in my sleeve pocket which I don't even know why was it even there and started stabbing aggressively as if it gained a life of its own. I see 5 bodies who within the next 15 minutes would surely die. I should not be blamed though, after all the disappointment I have faced I cannot just let myself be s**ually assaulted now, can I? I only defended myself. Or so I kept telling myself. Throats that gushing out blood, squirming in pain. One of them lost some of the teeth, good quality teeth I must say. One of them has his cheeks cut open as wide as a snake does when it wants to swallow something. One of them has been even jabbed in the skull. Its gore, I should be frightened, I should be guilty. But I'm flabbergasted how I did all these crimes in mere 10 minutes. Sorry guys, you chose the wrong target for the night, I guess.