June 7th 1995
I remember this day very well
I awoke to my alarm for school
I quite enjoyed school
I liked reading mythology books the most
Though my mother had to explain most of the words to me
I remember this feeling again
This time overcoming me in a different way
A fellow classmate, a girl
Getting bullied for something
Some guy calling her names and pushing her around
I normally wouldn't care
But this feeling
I felt like I needed to hit something
Squeeze something till it pops
Break something into tiny pieces
I stood from my chair
My body moving on its own
I push the girl away and punch this boy
This feeling came back
And when I saw blood run down his lip
I couldn't stop myself
I went punch after punch
A non stop barrage
His face swelled and bled
The red liquid Dripping down
I smiled, A normal reaction of course
As blood pooled beneath his head
I can't remember anything after that
I blacked out the following moments
I was then labeled as dangerous and aggressive