Chapter Fifteen

   Yet again, I sat in my closet, thinking that night. It was raining. It was still october. But I felt better then I'd ever felt before. I ran a finger down the scar on my arm. I remembered how I got it. It happend a few years earlier, back when I had first joined the gang. I was only twelve, but I thought I was a better fighter then even the eldest girls in our little group. I did'nt know why I joined. I was just bored, I guess. I was sick of being told what to do by everybody. Every rule is made to be broken, that was my motto. I had always been a problem child. Always. I hated school, hated my teachers, hated my mom, hated my dad, and I hated my life. But most of all, I hated myself. So I joined the gang, and ruined my own life. It all went down hill from there. Because the wiser a gang member I became, the stupider I got. It happend a few weeks after I joined. It was raining that night. I remember walking down the deserted street with the other members. I suddenly desided to get tough, and pick a fight withone of them. So I went up to one of the older girls, and pushed her back with both hands. She stammered a little, then glared at me. They all went silent as the girl glared at me with such intensity. She only glared for about a minute, but in that short period of time, I realized that pushing her was not a good idea. The rest of it is a blurr. I remember them shouting, and cursing obsene words. I remember being held to the ground, and repeatedly beaten by ten other girls. I remember a girl coming twards me with a pocket knife. For a split second I thought she was going to kill me. I thought she was going to slit my throat, or stab me. But the next thing I knew, I was being cut. I screamed, and shreaked, and kicked with all my might, but the pain was unbarable. Then, I felt something hard as a rock hit my head, and everything went black. When I came to, I was lying there, in the alley. I was in so much pain, I could hardly get up. I looked down at my arm and saw the blood running everywhere. I was covered in bruses, and I had a black eye. I staggered as I tried to walk, but I knew I had to get home. All the other girls had left me there. They had beaten me scenseless, and all because I had pushed some girl. When I was about half way to my apartment, I started to feel sick.  Then, I fainted. Right there in the middle of the street. When I wolk up, I was lying in a hospital bed. A nurse sat at my bed side, looking down at me, worried. She spoke to me, but I could'nt hear what she was saying. I touched my arm, and felt a bandage rapped around it. I could still feel the stinging sensation of being slashed with a knife. It hurt, and it hurt bad. I sat up, and asked the nurse to get me a glass of water. She told me to lay back down, and then went and got me a glass of ice water. I remaind in the hospital for a week, then they let me go. When I got back to the apartment, my mom was still working at the bar and would'nt be home till late at night. So I grabbed a beer, and sat on the couch watching TV. Ever scinse then I was the same. I was in and out of Juvy, for various reasons. I was a delinquent. And I thought I always would be.

Author's Note

Another short one.