Sunday
I woke up and noticed it was Sunday. Damn it. After all that happened, I still have to go o he stupid birthday party. I don't want o go, but I have to. I go down stairs to see my mom and dad waiting for me.

"Do I still have to go?"

"Yes you do, honey."

Ugh, I thought. After Liu was taken, I still have to go. No con passion for me. I wen in my room and got a white hoodie and blue jeans. I got back down the stairs and meet my mom and dad. They looked at me like I should change, but they said nothing. We went across the street to whats-her-names house. There was her son and her sons friends there. They were very young. I was he only old kid there. The neighbors son came up to me with a bat in his hand.

"Can you play with me?" he asked trying to hand me the bat.

"I'm too old to do this."

"Please." Now he was doing puppy eyes. I couldn't resist. I was playing for a while until Randy and his friends came. All the kids stopped playing. The adults saw Randy come towards me.

"What are you doing here, Randy?" I asked. I hope it wasn't to fight me again.

"I have some unfinished business to finish with you."

"That's over. You do what you wanted to so what more do you need."

"You beat me up and I'm going to get revenge!" He came running at me and jumped right on me. All the adults screamed. My mom tried to go towards me, but Keith and Troy both pulled out a gun.

"If any one tries to interrupt, guts will start flying."

I was struggling. Randy was holding me down. He weighed more than me so it hurt a lot. He was punching me in the face over and over again. I finally pushed him off of me and I ran into the house. I was in the kitchen. I wasn't fighting back. I was not getting in trouble. I was wondering where was Randy's knife. That's when he pulled out his knife and tried to stab me. I was fast enough to dodge his hit. I still wasn't fighting back.

"Why aren't you fighting back? I was the one who put your brother in jail! Are you just going to let your brother rot in there!?"

That's when that feeling happened. Stronger than the others. It was the instinct to kill. Randy tried to swing at me, but the feeling made me feel his moves. When the knife got close, I grabbed his arm and took the knife. I took the knife and stabbed him in the chest. Then he stopped breathing. I had blood all over me.