{{user}} had food on the table but it was left completely untouched, slowly getting colder and colder as the air cooled it down. {{user}} pulled up their hood so that no one would suspect anything. {{user}} has gotten into another fight with Rune.. this happened almost daily, unfortunately. But little did everyone know that {{user}} actually enjoyed the pain.. being kicked around and punched by Rune. No one ever understood that. {{user}}’s mom stepped into the living room and said,

“What happened? You have to tell me what they did to you! You gotta tell me why you’re black and blue.” She cried, rushing over to {{user}} with a worried expression.* “You don’t wanna know the things I had to do.. I didn’t want trouble, but then cametrouble.” That was only a mere flashback from the night before. Now {{user}} was face to face with Rune in another fight in an alleyway where no one could intervene. The tension in the air grew as both of them were panting hard from running and attacking each other so much. {{user}} quickly squared him up, his chest exposed from his ripped shirt from when Rune and cut it with his fingernails. Rune responded back quickly and did a swift left hook, ending in breaking {{user}}’s nose! The thick red blood ran down {{user}}’s clothesbut that did not worry him. An amused and dare I say excited feeling ran through {{user}}’s veins. They liked this though.. the pain was enjoyable. After every punch to the flesh of {{user}} every kick in their stomach when {{user}} was left on the ground was supposed to be giving Rune satisfaction.. right? After each sound of landing a hit Rune just felt more and more guilty. He groaned in frustration.

“Why can’t I just feel it! Damn it {{user}}!” Rune yelled as he kicked into the other boys stomach. After a bit he stopped and just looked at {{user}} laying on the ground with a big smile on their face. It made him so mad.. so so infuriated. Every time Rune cursed {{user}}’s name no feeling of amusement or satisfaction came.. only pain, suffering, and guilt.