Young Writers Society

Based on a true story. Written and published four hours after it happened. Names are changed for identity reasons.

The last thing I saw was her on the ground, her friends yelling "Breathe!". After that, I subliminally went six feet under. Something bad always happens when I want it to. I never knew it would be this bad, where she could die, no parental figure aware of this mess. You may consider me a horrible person for saying this, but I have no empathy. I don't see why I should show emotion for this person.

What if she dies? Would I feel any empathy or sadness in my cold heart? No, I wouldn't. She's one of those people who treat you like crap, was part of the group which you despise, and you utterly dislike. I don't want her to die, because the burden of all this will be laid down on my shoulders. There is an unreal factor in all of this. Why the hell was I here?

I guess this whole "adventure" starts at school. I'm part of the intelligent group, who have this weird sense of humor and enthusiasm. We went to tutoring so we can see the final Volleyball game of the season. Our tutoring was just us at Math 1, fooling around saying why a xylophone is relevant to the Holocaust. We're doing this ABC book on the Holocaust for Advanced English, and we needed a word for the letter X.

Once the bell rang, it was off to the Gym. Usually Volleyball games are filled with kids yelling obscenities at each other and having fun with no regrets. Only if they saw what the future will be like. The first game, the 7th graders, was just us bothering other people. There is this girl who is a total snob. We've had a long history of arguments, stares, and me literally grossing her out by saying how dirty water is the cleanest water.

She came begging my friend, A, for a dollar. She was yelling in her awkward posture that implies "I'm better than everyone but I'm obviously lying to myself." I intervene, saying "Well, how about you just simply leave us alone?" Her response was vivid, filled with profanities and mean words.

It ended with "Did you even make the Talent Show?" Quick side note, I'm in the Talent Show as a dry stand up comic. I didn't have to be put into a grading cycle, where you have to wait three weeks to get a yes. The principle simply told me I automatically made it because I'm the only comedian. When I told her that, she snarls and tosses her head back. "Well, I'm in it." My response wasn't, let's just say, the nicest.

"Stop lying to yourself," I said. Her face was absolutely priceless. She had an angry face and walked off. While the recklessness was rising, the 7th grade team was in a fierce game. They barely won the first game, and got their butts handed to in the second. The third game went on, and as the game was tied at 10, they continued to score five straight points to become the victors. This is getting boring by the second, so we decided to go.

There was four of us heading to the local park on Slaughterhouse Lane. My two friends, A and E, were fighting due to them trying to get a girl, the same girl actually. I, of course, am not a big fan of relationships at this age. My other friend, AZ, was listening to music and not caring. The argument was apparently a carry on of a previous fight they had. It may have been a four minute walk, but it seemed longer.

When we got to Slaughterhouse Park, as I call it, we simply attacked each other with snow. There was a good two inches in the field. It was a simple twenty minute way. I got a mass amount of snow in my ear, for some reason. While at the pinnacle of the fight, it went more downhill than Charlie Sheen.

There comes the Swexicans, the Swag Mexicans as most call them. In the middle is the subject, let's call her ER. There was about forty people throwing muddy snow at each other on the street. You can see how they want to stay young forever, but one isn't simply immortal. They of course learn that later on, they will have consequences over ridiculous things.

We made it a mission to make it back to the school. While walking, they move to Slaughterhouse. About 20 guys were there, all carrying melting snow. I've never got along with this group, and I never will. It was an awkward walk, with them staring at us thinking we will ambush them. All of a sudden, they start running.

With no idea what is going on, we continued to walk. The group mimics three punches, with an awkward swinging motion. We knew something went down, but it wasn't just that. I take a look at ER. She is surrounded by three girls, screaming at the top of their lungs. There is P, who is clueless to everything that goes on; An, who doesn't like me for some odd reason; And C, who is her good friend. They are supporting her, all of them with tears in their eyes.

ER has no color in her face. I died inside, because this was the first time I've seen someone really suffer. I had a feeling she looked at me, in her uncontrollable state. The more this goes down hill, the more I collapse inside. It was a three second eye to eye look, then I left. I couldn't stand to see someone like this. Someone who often made fun of me, who teased me, and criticized me for thinking differently. I don't want this to happen.

We continued to walk, with members of the group talking to us. Apparently there was this big fight, but it was really one sided. I'm slowly deteriorating from the inside. My friends are saying it was because they smoked too much, but that wasn't the case. Their youth went downhill in one second. I knew this was her cry for help. Too bad I know I couldn't.

It was a long ten minute wait at the school. It was us talking, saying how freak this is. What will the aftermath be? We had no reason to lie, because we did nothing wrong. We ended up going back to the Holocaust book, and forgetting about it.

Today I saw something I never seen before. Someone truly suffering for their life. I also learn that karma is real, in a harsh way. There is another downside to this. As I'm writing this, on the day it happened, the outcome is still undecided. Sometimes I simply hate my life.