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I remember how fun it was. I’d lead the charge and kick and stab. My army of friends really just watched. I fought that dragon tooth and claw for days on end.
The day I stopped was when I got called to the principal’s office. Linda, the principal, made me face the dragon, battered from me alone. Strange thing was, the hatred and glee I felt out on the playground wasn’t there then. Instead was a blank feeling in my head and the swooping sickness in my gut, as if I had just swallowed a bunch of blood. I think that meant something. The blood was pain, his and mine. His was real, mine was all in my head. I had done this and I could have stopped it.
I can’t really remember seeing him again, and I never could remember his name. Only the cast on his leg from my beatings plays in my mind. I wish I could go back and undo that part of my past. But the past cannot be undone. History’s chains bind us too tightly.
The day I stopped was when I got called to the principal’s office. Linda, the principal, made me face the dragon, battered from me alone. Strange thing was, the hatred and glee I felt out on the playground wasn’t there then. Instead was a blank feeling in my head and the swooping sickness in my gut, as if I had just swallowed a bunch of blood. I think that meant something. The blood was pain, his and mine. His was real, mine was all in my head. I had done this and I could have stopped it.
I can’t really remember seeing him again, and I never could remember his name. Only the cast on his leg from my beatings plays in my mind. I wish I could go back and undo that part of my past. But the past cannot be undone. History’s chains bind us too tightly.
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I've had that kind-of happen to me before. I can relate, at least.