Therapy sucks

If this bitch says one more bad thing about me or my brother I will snap. I don't give two fucks if her 'roid raged boy toy is here or not. For 6 years I've put up with her shit. I moved to Belleville in 6th grade. She has always hated me and has always talked shit. Her name is Hannah and she is the biggest slut in school. She hates my brother because he refused to date her back when she was a freshman. She also hates him cause he's gay.

"say something you emo whore" she hissed, her annoying nasally voice ringing through the halls.

"You know I would but your rank ass breath got me chokin'. So back the fuck up.!" I retorted, fake coughing a little. I slid my hands behind my back and slid my brass knuckles out of my pocket and onto my hand. What? You'd have them too if you lived on the side of Belleville that we do. Don't judge.

"why don't you make me. Swing bitch swing" she got closer to my face, clapping her manicured hands with every word. God I hate when she does that. How obnoxious.

"don't tempt me." I smirked back. I've been waiting for this day for so long. She taunted me some more and finally pushed me hard onto the lockers. That's it. I brought my hands from behind my back and gripped a hold of her fake ass hair, using it to hold her in place as I punched her in the face repeatedly. I heard cheering all around me as crimson liquid spewed from her make up coated face. It got all over my Memphis May Fire crew neck.

I was was about to throw another punch but her boyfriend yanked me off of her hand threw me to the floor. He was about to punch me but I quickly punched him in the throat, and rolled him off of me. I straddled him and started punching him in the jaw. I felt a satisfying crack as I hit him harder. Blood was pouring out of his mouth and all over the white tile floor.

"Don't touch him!!" Hannah screeched, yanking me to the floor by my hair. She got on top of me and started throwing petty slaps and scratches at my face. Oh hell no bitch. I felt her fake plastic nails scratch down the side of my face. I put my hand to my cheek and saw blood on my fingers. I felt something trigger inside me and my vision went black.

When my vision finally came back I was panting, leaned up against the lockers. My white jeans were covered in blood and I knew for sure it wasn't mine. I looked up and saw teachers surrounding me and Hannah. They were shouting at me but I couldn't hear them. My ears were ringing. I looked on the ground and saw Hannah and Trey out cold on the ground, covered in blood, unconscious. What did I do? Whatever I did I'm proud of myself.

After lots of shouting and cops questioning me they finally saw a video of the fight and ruled that she had started it so I wouldn't get charges pressed against me. Luckily they didn't see the brass knuckles. Trey and Hannah got wheeled out on gurneys and taken to the hospital.

The cops drove me to my house and informed my parents of what happened. Once they left was when Shit hit the fan. My world was shattered in one sentence. My mom killed any hope left for me.

"that's it. You're going to see a therapist."

Notes

Gnarly ass fight scene already and we ain't even to the first chapter yet! Sorry if that sucked. I suck at writing fight scenes. Oops oh well. Tell me what ya think. Or not. Either one is fine. But I'd rather you did. Anywhores adios!!