The week of July 21 - 22 was what I wholeheartedly consider to have been the worst that I've ever lived through.
From here on, I'll just copy and paste the deviantart journal.
"So let me start at the beginning.
Monday was actually a great day. I hung out with AJ and we exchanged Eid Gifts before he left the country.
Tuesday. Tuesday is where my week went to hell. My mom kicked me out of the house on Tuesday. Now this isn't even the worst of it. Tuesday night. 10:16 PM. These 3 guys jumped me and tried to steal my bike. They knocked me off my bike, beat me while I was on the ground, and made me bleed. A lot.
But I wouldn't let them take my bike. Or my phone. Or my wallet. I needed them. I needed them. So I did what they forced me to do. And I took my fist, and I knocked one of the guy's teeth down his throat. Then I gave another one of them a knee to the neck, at which point they ran off while telling me to watch my back. I made it up the street before I passed out in front of a restaurant. I woke up surrounded by the paramedics and the police. I was still trying to process it. I just got jumped. ...But...I still had my wallet. I still had my bike, and I still had my phone. ...So it wasn't that bad right? ...Right? Well the thing is. While I was fighting, I dropped a lot of the stuff I had in my bag. Like my glasses. All of my hygeine stuff. My 3DS. All of my games. I fucking dropped them. They didn't take them from me. I dropped them while I was fucking running away. Like a coward.
Why am I so upset over this? Because my 3DS and video games are MUCH more to me than just video games. They're memories. Memories of friends I'll never see again. And I lost them. Because I ran like a fucking coward.
Wednesday. I spent Wednesday in the hospital. I can't even remember most of it. I know I got a Tetanus shot though.
Thursday. I went back to work Thursday. And I went back to the scene of the crime. Where I got jumped. I know they were watching me. But I wasn't alone this time. I had my friend with me, so they stayed away. I was so happy that I found my glasses. I finally was able to talk to the police about what happened.
Friday. Our car gave out several times, so now I not only had to worry about my own well being, but my mother's and my siblings' safety. I didn't exactly spend that day in a peaceful mood.
Saturday. Today. I had to go to work to file a report. I was alone. And lo and behold, they come again. They jumped me again. AGAIN. But there was a major difference this time. The gun. If I hadn't had the training I had...would I still be here? I don't know. I really don't know.
And ya know something? ...I'm scared. Not just because I'm worried about my safety. But what about all the others that I'm close to? That have to be in that area? They were able to recognize me on sight. ...Who's to say they wouldn't be able to recognize one of my friends? ...I don't know what to do. I'm so scared and I don't know what to do.
Actually. I do know. If I see them again. I'm going to kill them. All three of them. They've forced me into this position, and they've brought this upon themselves. If they jump me again, I will snatch that gun out of their hands and I will kill them with it. I can't let those criminals run around free."
Now keep in mind while I wrote that journal I was BURNING with rage. Even though I fought them off and got them to run away, they still hurt me pretty bad. Here are some pictures of my injuries that were taken at the hospital.
I wasn't dead, but I was still pretty messed up. Not just physically, but most importantly mentally. Not only was I already in a ridiculously unstable mental state due to what was going on with my mother, but you have to ask yourself. Why did those guys run away? Well the thing is, I did a lot more than just punch them. I thought I might have actually killed one of them. I said that they ran off, but the truth is that they ran off...while carrying one of their friends. Why is this enough to make me be in that mindset? Well I had blood all over me. And again, I was already extremely unstable to begin with.
After calming myself and allowing myself to think things through, I decided that despite how badly I've crippled people in the past, I've never ended anyone's life. And I didn't want to become a murderer. So I decided that I would work with a detective and try my absolute hardest to get them arrested.
And on July 29, I succeeded in getting them arrested.
Despite me succeeding in getting them arrested, I was still out of my right mindset. I still didn't feel like...me anymore. I didn't have my peace of mind just yet. But on August 10th, something else happened. I'll paste my journal entry about that.
"So last night. I couldn't sleep. I really needed a drink, but we didn't have any at the house. So I finally convinced myself to go around the corner to the gas station. But it was 1AM. I walk around the corner. No problems. I go inside and buy my stuff. No problems. I even have a laugh with the homeless man who stays by the gas station.
But as I'm walking away. I hear a man yelling at a woman. I'm walking away. Thinking to myself, "Don't get involved. Don't get involved." But I just can't ignore it, and I turn around. I tell them to break it up. The man doesn't listen. I get between him and the woman. The man threatens the woman, and she retorts. Then the man tries to run after her.
Without thinking. I stopped him. I got in the way. And the woman was able to get away. As I'm holding the man down, he's cursing and threatening the woman as she leaves. I push the man down and tell him to calm the hell down. And he goes back into his store.
As I'm walking home, I'm thinking to myself. "Why did I get involved? I got jumped recently. People attempted to kill me recently. So why did I put myself at risk for someone I didn't even know? Why did it feel so easy to get involved this time?"
And as I thought about this, I realized. I thought I was just telling myself that I put other's lives before mine. But after that, I realized. I was right. It was easier to get involved and stop that man because I wasn't attacking him. I was protecting someone. I realized that all these thoughts that I thought were merely delusions..were true. My thought process really does work like that of a protector of the weak. I really CAN'T walk by someone who needs my help if I can help them. And most of all, I realized the difference between this night and the night those guys jumped me. When they jumped me, I wasn't in my right mind. I was confused, upset, and...scared. But this night, I was completely normal. AJ tells me all the time that I can be a badass, but I always blew that off as him just being silly. But when I really take the time to look at myself from other people's perspective. I can realize.
I really am a hero. I really am a role model. I really am a badass. But I realized something. I'm only like that...when other people need me to be. If I hadn't been out there, who knows what would have happened to that woman? The only other person out there was the old homeless man. And he wouldn't have been able to do anything.
I can't completely describe how this makes me feel...but it makes me feel good."
So to make a long story short, the past few weeks have been EXTREMELY eventful. And I just figured I'm stable enough to tell more people about what happened.