Okay, so ...
I don't even know why I'm saying this on a forum full of people who don't even know me, but here it goes.
So there's this guy, he's 1 year younger than I am.
He would call me names, call me homophobic names. And would constantly punch me in the butthole (Literally) in front of everyone.
I would always try to ignore him, since he was younger than me (He wasn't like ...A child, he was already mature enough to realize what he was doing is a dick thing to do) and his father was a teacher at our school, and it would have probably ended up getting me in a lot of trouble ...A lot of it.
And one day, he just pushed me to my limit.
He stabbed me with a pen in my arm, I managed to calm myself down.
He then tried to stab me again with a pen...
He ran for at least 30 feet, jumped at me from behind and tried to stab me in the back of the head.
Luckily, he sorta missed and the thing scraped the side of my head.
I just broke then, I literally broke.
I grabbed him, by the neck.
And smashed his head against a nearby wall 3 times.
I watched him cry as people started to crowd (Surprisingly, not a lot of people).
My best friend, David came and saw me in the act. David was always the one to calm me, so strangely when he saw that ...We both started laughing and laughing so hard.
He was bleeding ...Not heavily, just some small injuries, but still bleeding.
I was later called from my class, had to go see Mr. Michelle (And yes, we all made fun of his female name behind his back)
And after talking, and me being surprisingly calm about it, and never denying anything... He said he'd get me a therapist.
I didn't get expelled, detention or anything.
And I'm guessing he didn't tell his dad, cause he thought I got expelled.
So somehow, I got back at him. In the most pleasant way I could think of ...And I didn't even get punished for it.
Funny how things work out... But still, think I'm turning into a psychopathic murderer?
Also, in my defense.
A few weeks later, someone broke his arm outside of school. So it's not just me.