Laughter fills my ears, my vision blurred with blood and tears, “Fucking pest” a deep voice says, “She looks better like this” A woman giggles. Sirens howl in the distance, “Fuck, we better get out of here” The deep voice whispers “Don’t tell on us or next time we will fucking kill you” the woman says, before running off.

The sirens approach, im in to much pain to even notice the arms wrapped around me as they pick me up, I can’t open my eyes at all, I feel cold. “HURRY” a man above me says, im guessing its whoever’s holding me, “GET HER IN” another voice says, im guessing im being taken to the hospital… _again._

I wake up in -yet another- hospital bed, i can easily tell the difference of which floor im on, im in the recovery wing. I look to my right, sure enough my older brother and drunk father sit in the chairs beside my bed. “Thanks jay” i barley manage to wisper, “Your a fucking idiot,” he whispers in return. “Not my fault im jumped at least once a week” -even though it kinda is- “Your lucky, you almost died… _again_” my brother whispers the last part.

Three years ago i reported to the police some suspicious activity going on at the Motel down the street around the corner from my house, turned out to be a giant gang, and they where busted, at least i thought. Turns out most of them where able to get away, i ruined their plans, plans for robberies, fights, and kidnappings, and now they where out for me. At least once a week i get jumped, no matter what or where i am, they _always _find me.

Eventually i get to go home, back to the old, rundown house, with a father always drunk, abusive, and my brother taking care of me. That’s my _fucking _life. “Hey wen..” my brother peaks his head into my room, i :nod my head in answer, “I was thinking…” I cut him off “About dinner? Because im hungry,” he laughs “No, but ill cook dinner in abit” “Then what else you thinking?” I raise an eyebrow “Fighting lessons” he smiles joyfully. I take a second to think “I mean, i guess” my jays eyes light up, “one of my friends is a street fighter, he offered some lessons” i shrug. My brother heads back to the kitchen, delighted.

Today i start my lessons, jays friend is kind, scared up, looks kinda scary, but its fine, im used to those kinda faces. Days go by, weeks, months, of just lessons. Eventually im ready, i know how to fight, i can take care of myself, i carry a pocket knife on me at all times, you _never _know. Sure enough, im walking home in the rain, i just finished getting my father more of his beer, when three men cross my path, blocking it off. “Fuck” i wisper, “Look who it is” a man says, “The little pest” Another responds, “its been a while” another comments. They are dressed in all black, tall, muscular, i know they can easily kill me, or at least they thought they could. They launch at me, fists flying though the air, luckily im kinda short, i slide under their legs. “Little roach” i snicker at the name, their pissed, one of them grabs me, i kick him in the crotch, he falls to his knees. I pull out my knife and use it how i was tought, three bodies at my feet, I have finally claimed the victory.

I make it home, “your late and bloody, what happened this time?” My brother says, taking the beers from my hand and handing one to father. “Got jumped, killed those mother fuckers though” i say in a calm and content voice “YOU KILLED THEM?” My brother raises his voice, “Yeah?” My brother panics, “Your only supposed to beat their asses not fucking kill them!” We start yelling at each other, until i go to my room, locking my room.

My widow breaks as four more men and a tall slender woman slide through, “You killled my men” she hisses. I don’t care, “yeah and oil kill more” i hiss back. “Your fucking dead,” its the same woman from last time i almost died, “Not unless i kill you” i back up towards my closet and grab my hidden Glock. “Kill her” she says under he breath, in response the men run at me, their fast, but im faster, i shoot them. Blood stains my walls, my floor, carpets, sheets, and clothes. It feels good, my revenge, its such an addicting feeling, “For a 14 year old Girl, you know your good, how about you join me, work for me…” i shoot her. My brother bangs on the locked door “What the fuck is going on” jay breaks down the door.

Eyes widen in shock, “Wen…” he studders, “You monster..” he stammers as he falls to his knees. “You helped me” I smile, he was the one who got me lessons, the one who told me to protect myself. “I SAID PROTECT YOUR SELF NOT KIILL PEOPLE” tears fill his eyes, he holds his phone in a shaky hand, that’s when I relished… the number on the screen he had dialed… _911._

Sirens fill my ears, red and blue lights flash through my window, thats when I relised…. I misunderstood my brother. He only wanted me to defend myself, not go as far as i have, i thought i was doing the right thing. “Im sorry jay” tears fill my eyes, i try to hug him but he kicks me, thats when it all hits harder, my reality. “Im a monster” I wisper, “Im sorry I misunderstood.” At least in Jain they can’t get to me… can they?