A knife in the ribs,thats all it takes. The wail of the sirens slowly becoming softer as if I was going to sleep but I know better. I’m dying I never imagined it would be like this, lying on the hard concrete. How did I get here? How could I have been so stupid? But these are not questions, these are my mistakes.

It all started on the first day on secondary school. I was a small, thin, stick of a boy, the kind that could be over looked in any situation, because of this I had been badly bullied in primary school and it was as if a vengeance had boiled up inside me, making me want to control not be controlled. Even if it meant being the bully I was determined to turn over a new leaf here. That was my first mistake, I should have stayed back blended in but instead I decided to make I name for myself.

In the first assembly the classes were picked and put together. I surveyed my new class for someone I could take on. My eyes focused on a child much my own build. Glasses,full uniform and looking extremely nervous, I almost felt sorry for him but it was me or him.

I walked over to him. In a slight stutter he muttered “hello”. Out of nowhere I picked him up and screamed at him.

“Are you mocking me!” , not waiting or caring for his answer, I punched him in the face, tore off his glasses and threw him to the ground. I could see the cool kids had taken notice and were slowly edging They’re way over. I was in.

They invited me out after school. We met up in an alley in town, They were all either sipping cans or smoking something I didn’t recognize. They offered me a little of both.That was my second mistake, saying Yes.

After that it all seems to blur, drink and drugs were all I thought about, so much so I was willing to join a gang to pay for my addiction. ‘The Black Horned Devils’ they called themselves but I didn’t care about the name, I just cared about the drugs. My job was to deliver packages to people, I didn’t know what they were nor did I care. I just brought them from point A to point B in exchange for enough money to support my addiction.

Every once in a while there would be a gang fight ; this is where two rival gangs fight for territory, at first I managed to make excuses for my being unable to be there but after about six months of my membership in the gang They had had enough and I had to go into a fight. Throughout the buildup to the fight the fear slowly built up inside me. This was my third mistake, not running right there, right then, instead staying there like a sitting duck.

Soon the time came I ran in with fists flailing and was struck down almost instantly, foolishly I got up again and a knife was slid between my ribs. They all scattered when They heard the sirens so I was left to bleed out.

I’m now starting to lose my grip on reality and I will slip away completely soon. These are my last mistakes. I see a bright light and I move on.