William Jaesaeng
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I'm mad and I don't know why ... ACTUALLY I DO CAUSE HE COULDVE JUST GONE "sorry dude" BUT NAH HE SLURS AT ME, TODAY HAS BEEN HORRIBLE, HE'S DEAD!
I punch him as hard as I can .
He blocks, putting his arms like a tree.
My hand hurts bad D#$#IT!
He looks at me like a savage beast who has given up on trying to be subtle.
'EGH if i die it wont matter anyways. I'm worthless. my parents told me that, so did everyone else so... It must be t-true'
The man punches me in the face, causing his hands to look redder than my eyes.
I stumble back, losing my footing.
I fall on the floor when i feel a weight on my body.
He jumps on my, pinning me down while beating me.
My blood splatters on the sidewalk dying it temporarily.
A crowd forms around us , each trying to talk over the other.
A middle aged woman is standing in the crowd, she has brown hair and a blue, flower spotted blouse. She looks at my mangled body in disgust yet pity at the same time. I hear a cry from a little girl like 2 meters away from me. She is wearing a themed shirt and overalls with bunnies on both.
Another man, who is blond and blue-eyed, looks at me like an insect UGH. He's been recording the whole thing , with his costly phone.
I give up