“I won’t do it, and you can’t make me!”
I remember saying these exact words around twenty-six years ago, even though my memory is blurry, I am able to recall of the time, when I was only a 12-year-old boy facing the wrath of my childhood enemy Aazar along with my friend Lucas. Aazar was only a year older than me but looked like a fully grown man. I despised him because he would always bully my best friend Lucas, who was the same age as me but was very fragile. We both came from poor family’s and often struggled with life.
Aazar had been chasing after us along with his friends, Mo and Alnoor because we had accidentally spilled dirty water on him. After we had drenched their shirts with dirty water Aazar stepped toward us and we stepped back, he stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a silver brass knuckle, that’s when we ran and found ourselves cornered minutes later in a slightly dark one-way alley. Aazar had begun to laugh in a very menacing way. He would usually do this to indicate his friends to beat up his captured prey, but today he was the one who stepped forward. We had our backs glued to the end of the alley and I could feel a chill running down my spine. I was scared but when I looked over at my friend, he appeared petrified. With no way of escape, we knew we were in trouble. That’s when Aazar began talking to us: “I’m in a good mood today which is why I’m going to give you a simple task”. He was staring into my eyes with a wide grin on his face and said to me: Break his leg in half.” He was pointing at Lucas. That’s when I said: I won’t do it, and you can’t make me!” “Do it now or you’ll wish you had!” That’s when I had enough, I charged directly at Aazar, next thing I knew it was pitch black outside, I was on the ground in the alleyway. I then got up with difficulty and felt pain on the left side of my head. Now looking at the beginning of the alleyway, everything seemed normal as if it had just been a dream. I began walking up to the open end of the alley, stepping away from the alley now, I looked back once more to the end of the alley and was engulfed with fear…
At the end of that alley is something I will never forget, my friend Lucas was lying unconscious on the ground. At that moment, I had started running towards my friend, nothing mattered now, not my family, not even my own life, the only thing that mattered was my best friend. Now holding him in my arms I yelled at him to wake up, but he neither moved or spoke. Tears had begun falling down my face, and I had started screaming for him to wake up. Having no idea what to do I continued to cry, that’s when I heard scuffling from the other end of the alley, “what is going on over here,” said an old man who was startled to see me crying and holding on to what looked like a dead body. “What happened to him?” Said the old man. “I don’t know.” That’s when he picked up my friend and carried him over his back towards the opening of the alley. I got up and followed the old man, I asked him: “where are you taking my friend?” He responded in a reassuring way, “To the Hospital.”