Fading memories, a lost childhood.
Do I even remember what kind of kid I was anymore?
My birthday was one day after valentines, I could have gotten a cute date to celebrate but I never even got that.
All I remember from that time is muddy images and faces, the only clear one being my brother and his comforting wiles. At least they helped me in the moment, even if it taught me to believe in falsehoods.
They helped me so much that I do not even remember what he was lying to me about.
In those times, when I didn’t have skillfully weaved words to infect my ears, I would run to the streets. Their disgusting and grotesque smells would help block out the harsh world that I was living in, and those bright neon lights would blind me to reality.
Unfortunately, the one event I wish to forget never left my mind.
It replayed in my mind, day after day, wondering how I could have prevented it.
I didn’t even know the person I was fighting for, I think I was high off of something and felt invincible.
I don’t do drugs anymore, one person can only handle so much mind numbing.
I couldn’t leave her, she was so small that one punch from the attackers would take her out, a glittering gem that would shatter at the smallest tap.
Feeling like some sort of superhero I ran in, maybe I could be someone else for a change.
I got beaten up like no other.
They had weapons, I only had my untrained fists.
Thrashed and slashed, it’s a surprise I didn’t die that night.
The rats of the alleyways that I had made friends with came to my aid, and the girl I had thought I saved ran, she didn’t even help me.
Then I realized who she was. She was my closest friend.
At least, I thought she was my friend.
I risked it all for her sake, there was so much blood that came from my stomach that it could fill a pool.
But she left me.