“I’m going to kill you!”
That’s what R said to me. I don’t really recall the next few thinking steps I made. I was only 12 or 13 at the time. I just recall the fear I had and the belief that I really did think he meant it. I’m not sure, looking back, if I was just shell-shocked from all the past bullying or if I just felt that I was cornered and didn’t have any ideas on how to get out.

But somewhere over the next few days I made a decision. It is a decision I still think about. A decision made in fear and ultimately, in self-defense against what I felt was an aggressive, strong person. I decided to carry a weapon to school to protect myself.

OK, here’s where you start worrying. It has led to this. He is bringing a knife to school. Well, this was the 1980s folks. I couldn’t steal a knife from the kitchen without my Mum noticing it missing and taking a knife to school was pretty much unknown. What I’m referring to is a sharp file. It had a pointed end, but was a file for filing fingernails. Now I know some of your are laughing, but it was metal and pretty sharp. I realize now I couldn’t do a whole lot of damage, but at the time, I was not thinking that. I brought it every day with me. It sat in my pocket. I was paralyzed with fear.

I decided on another strategy as well. I decided to tell R’s friends that I had a knife and if he came after me, I would use it. Well, needless to say, this back and forth between R’s friends trying to tell me I was dead meat and me telling them I had a knife went on for several days. Then, the day came that I was dreading. I had been walking the path through the woods to avoid being seen. But R had found out about that.

After a 30 minute walk around the path where I tried to hide from the bullies, I emerged at the point where I could see the road. And there, looking down at me was R. I had no choice but to walk up to the top. I could hear him calling after me. I was petrified. I reached into my pocket and put my hands around the file.

“I’m going to kill you”, R said to me, calmly, almost deadly to me. My heart was beating. I didn’t want to fight him. I was tired of fighting. I pulled the file from my pocket. At the top of the path, where it met the road, R immediately threw down his backpack and took a swing at me with his fist.

I slashed with the file. My heart pounding in my ears. I slashed and it made contact with him. I saw the surprise and then the pain on his face. He screamed out in pain. I caught him by surprise. I was sick to my stomach about having done it, but it was done. While I had the element of surprise I ran down the road for the long mile to my house.

I turned and then saw R running after me. He was angry and I assume in pain. I had no idea how much damage I had done. I just ran. I ran out of fear. I ran out of worry about what I had done. I ran because I figured if he caught me, he WOULD kill me. I was 12. I was terrified.

I ran the whole way home. There is no way I could do that today, run a mile. But I did then. He ran the whole way too. I recall my mother was at home recovering from an operation. There was a large driveway up to my house that I had to go up. I ran up that yelling for my Mum the whole way. R was right behind me. My Mother must have heard me, because the door opened just as I got to it and I ran into the house.

There was R outside the door. Yelling into the house. Yelling at me and saying I stabbed him to my Mother. He was still screaming when she told him to leave. I looked at his side and he had a rip on his shirt. There was a little blood and he had a scratch from the file. But for me, I might have well cut him deep. I never wanted to have or use a weapon. I regret having it, but the fear was too much at the time.

Well of course my Mother was freaked out. She was scared at the repercussions from the school, or police. She said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"

I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, The license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo homes to Bel Air."

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
(kebabking - salad and garlic mayo pls, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 13:32, 7 replies)

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boooooooooooooooo
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 13:46, closed)

...And QoTW becomes /b/.
*slow, sarcastic clap*
(Generator cannot be named for legal reasons, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 13:48, closed)

ouch
13) Thou shalt not repeat jokes.
(tweebianmonkey Should be known as Widget, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 15:26, closed)

You...
...bastard.
( gareth_alien will be human again at, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 14:28, closed)

no, no, no, no, no
Damn you.
( rofl harris, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 16:29, closed)

Go on, ask us if we like Mudkips
I dare you.
(Tin Can Man, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 17:37, closed)

This is the cancer that is killing /b/3ta.

( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Wed 4 Feb 2009, 21:39, closed)