I was sick of it. Sick of them calling me 'weird' or different. I had a fair amount of friends through high school but this one crowd kept picking on me, day in and day out….until I just couldn't take it anymore. I snapped, I completely lost my head. It was the same punk who always hurled the insults at me, and that one day he said it to me one too many times. I didn't even look at him, I just saw red and I launched my fist against his face. He reeled back as the punch delivered caused him to lose his balance. Before he could get back up again, I launched another punch, this time hitting him square in the jaw. I saw blood squirt out but I kept going. I didn't even know what I was doing as I kept launching punches until somebody pulled me off of him.