Venom

• Malaika Ahmad, Grade 10
• Short Story
• 2022

"It's happening again, they are fighting again," I thought to myself as I hid in my closet holding onto my bear for dear life while I kept the tears in so no one would come to me. After I couldn't hear anything I packed my bag and ran from that house as fast as I could 9-year-old me ran to a place I might call home but everything went black.

I woke up to a lady greeting me and making me shower, and change clothes and then I went to a room where someone else said where I was, "An orphanage" I said as I looked at the lady with a shocked face as she threw a shovel at me. Luckily I caught it but then I was forced outside to mine. There was already a big tunnel and I started. As the days went by the other kids started to notice me as a weak shrimp and they would hit me with a fist full of rocks the impact felt like stubbing your toe but 10 time worse and again and again, as I saw the scarlet red blood drip down my face all I could think was home so I closed my eyes and let them continue till she came Miss A she made them stop and took care of me. As the years went on it was the same thing every day, mine, abuse, heal, eat, sleep, and during this time I got close to Miss A and would often call her Miss Angel, she felt like family. All the pain I felt I promised one day I would get Revenge no matter the cost.

When I turned 18 I left the orphanage and moved to a crummy. small, smoke-filled apartment I hated it but couldn't complain then I went out to take a walk. As I was walking some men came behind me, they grabbed my money then started to punch and kick. I covered my head and fell into a ball while they hit me then it all came back the trash from my family and the orphanage I was full of anger and covered in pool of my own blood and misery then as the thugs left I got up and punch the first guy so hard he flew into the wall and a tooth came out then the other 2 got knives and missed I fought back and pummeled then to nothing. Sure killing them was a bit much but they will never bother me again. I picked up one of their knives and saw myself in the reflection finally I was at the other end and I enjoyed it the adrenaline, fear, rush and beautiful scarlet red that never stops coming out. So for a while, I would rob and won't care how many officers or guards get hurt I steal and give back to those who need it. An eye for an eye, The world hurt me bad I hurt back.