I was twelve and aimlessly wandering the streets at some stupid time, much too late for a child of my age to be out, when I turned onto a dark, quite intimidating, side road. I decided to go explore: a test of my pubescent masculinity. I was in secondary school now after all!
I sauntered along, blissfully ignorant of the retards that lay ahead. Now this road went on for fucking ever there was a row of houses on the left but they all seemed pretty lifeless: probably a reflection of how late it was. After a few minutes in I could hear faint laughter from ahead and as I got closer I could see it was just a few lads, just a few years older than myself probably. So I straightened up and posed as to emit some faux confidence so the fuckers hopefully wouldn’t mess with me. Something must have got lost in translation. They jumped off the wall, and started following me, taking huge swigs off their wkds or what ever stupid chemical they were drinking.
This freaked the fuck out of me. I put my hands in my pocket, hung my head down and sped up the pace. At this point one of them hooked their leg around my feet, trying, but failing to pull me to the ground. My resistance struck a nerve. They started shouting every motherfucking name that their stupid blue brains could conjure up from their shitty wife beating fathers. I remember looking to the left hoping, just really hoping that one of the dark houses would light up and someone would come help me. Then one of the fuckers decided to finally get to the point pushed me down; demanding I gave him everything I had. Needless to say I ran like a motherfucker. Well tried to. One of ‘em caved my back in with their elbow then pulled out a knife. Wasn’t the biggest blade in the world but that just made me even more scared as if this fucker wanted to kill me with this thing, as he kept shouting, he was gonna have to rip me apart with it. I squirmed emptied my pocket, told my self that I was stupid and I’d let my mum down. Then the fucking dullest pain ever in my shin brought me to my knees. I’d thought that was it, that’s what, being stabbed feels like. But no he’d kicked me and I could see them running off. At first I looked around thinking that maybe someone had warned them off me, but no one. They must have heard the fuckers, yet no one.
I probably could have kept that to a few sentences. Anyway, as the title. I don't mind how pathetic it is (if you felt the plane jitter and immediately jumped for your life vest) or if you want to write a sentence or fill a page.
Sorry if this is too downbeat for Friday night.