Last Words

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Crack! I could feel the bones in my nose shatter under the pressure of his punch. I take another blow to the face before I swing back at him, with such force that I hear my shoulder rocket out of place, and his dislodge as well.
    "You're not winning this one Angeregas," he says. " Give up you son of a whore. I saw your mom last night, gave her a whole two bucks, had some fun." As I saw him coming down the street 5 minutes ago, I tried walking faster, hoping he wouldn't notice me. In fear that today he'd make me punch my last fist.
    When the fight started, that's when they came, that's when they always come, talking louder than everyone at sight. Extracting me from reality and throwing me into utter darkness, long extents of time I stay there, thinking, dreaming of a better place, and a better life for my family. I've got into so many fights and feuds when the voices take me over. That's what I'm in now, my tomorrow, my quiet place. What my physical body is doing at this moment is out of my control. Maybe I'm laying on the sidewalk of the street I walk every day, dying. Maybe I've overcome the fight and it's him on the street side. All I know is that I can't stop the voices, they come and go, at raging moments, making choices of mine in seconds. Then when I awake, all I can hear is them saying that I did it once again.
    I can now feel them disappearing, as if they had never come. But coming back to my senses, I see the picture laid out before me. In my hand I see what was once in my back pocket. And what is now flowing onto the street, came from within the boys body. Seven impelling oozing holes are in his neck, his heart rised toward to heaven. Kneeling beside the corpse, the blood is seeping through my clothes and as it hits my skin I pause and wonder; what happened to this poor guy. The knife in which caused this atrocious scene lay beside the victim's neck. Who could do such a thing?
    I see both adults and children gathering to see the horrid crime.
    "It's okay," I try to say as I get up and away from the body. But the people nearby step back. I keep trying to tell everyone that the murderer is gone, but no one listens. I understand that I'm covered in the blood, but they must believe that I could never have done this.
    Police and ambulances come, but there's no one to catch, and no one to save. They're both gone. My job is done here, not that I did much.
I better get home, my mom is never home anymore, so it's pretty much just my little sister and I. She's 10 now, but so pure and innocent that I can hardly believe she's from the same family. Well I guess she's not from the same family, but she's closer to me than anyone. I'm almost 18, and as soon as I am, I'm going to take her far away; to start a new life. I can't let her turn into my mom, that's not how someone should be. It gets me so mad when my mom leaves the house, then comes back the next day with another man. Again and again it happens, she always says that it's real and it'll work. But it never does.