Chapter 1: The Start of a Legend!
"You fuckers!!" I screamed in fury as I struggled to stand up, ready to fight back against the group of bullies that had just finished beating me up.
Muhammad, the ringleader who had started this whole bullying, looked around the classroom and laughed. "Hahaha look guys, this scrawny little fuck is fighting back."
With a swift punch to my already battered stomach, he sent me reeling back down to the ground. The rest of the bullies followed suit, beating me with their fists and feet until the teacher finally walked in, and they all sat back to their seats, smirking with satisfaction.
It was no secret that I was a victim of relentless bullying, yet not a single student ever seemed to care. The teachers were also powerless to help me as they had no idea I was getting bullied. The beatings were always on my body, never on my face, making it even more challenging for anyone to notice the bruises.
Though the teachers noticed the sadness within me, their attempts to help by being kind to me didn't relieve my situation. It seemed like a lost cause, and I couldn't help but feel like I was alone in the world. You may wonder why I didn't tell the teachers. Well, the bullies continually threatened me with death threats, instilling fear that prevented me from seeking help. Consequently, I chose to endure the silence for the remainder of the school year, eagerly anticipating a fresh start in high school, free from their presence.
As the bell rang for the end of the school day, I slowly gathered my things and made my way out of my school. While walking home, I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see my friend Borce, asking how I was doing.
"Get lost," I snapped, irritated.
"What's wrong man?" Borce asked, looking concerned.
"Are you really asking me that?" I stopped walking and glared at him. "You act like you're my fucking friend, but you've never once helped me fight back against the bullies."
"Dionis, I'm sorry, but I'm scared shitless. They'll come after me too if I try to help," His voice trembled.
feeling triggered, I started shouting at him "You're a pathetic miserable coward, If you won't talk to me at school, don't talk to me outside of school either, you pussy."
After venting my frustration, I continued walking, leaving Borce behind. Part of me regretted lashing out, but the frustration and anger had built up inside of me for far too long.
Eventually, I made it home, feeling exhausted and drained. I didn't want to think about the bullying or the events of the day anymore, I just wanted to relax and forget about everything.
I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of instant noodles. Finally, the noodles were ready, and I carried the steaming bowl to the couch. Turning the TV on, I watched a series until my parents arrived from work.
As usual, my parents came home at 5PM and I had to put on a facade of happiness and success, even though inside, I felt broken and alone. I made sure to keep my grades high, not only to please my parents but also to distract myself from the constant bullying that consumed my life.
It was a difficult balancing act, pretending to be someone I wasn't, all while trying to survive each day at school. I felt like I was living a double life, one where I was the perfect son my parents wanted, and the other where I was a victim of bullying. But for now, it was the only way I knew how to keep going.
While my mother was cooking dinner, I went to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. I adjusted the water to a warm temperature and let it flow over my body.
Usually showering calmed me down but that day it didn't
"Fuck! why did my parents make me this way, i don't want to have such a weak body!" i thought to myself fuming with rage. as I was blaming my parents I had a realization "No! this isn't anyone's fault but mine! I need to work for the shit i want otherwise i won't get it!" I shouted while hitting the bathroom tiles.
Suddenly there was a loud bang on the bathroom door, and my brother's voice roared through, "Dionis! Shut the fuck up!"
Caught off guard, I realized I had been screaming my lungs out in the shower. Embarrassed, I quickly apologized, sinking into a silence that lasted the rest of my shower.
Once I finished showering, I went to the kitchen and sat down at the table with my family for dinner.
"So, Dionis, anything new happen at school?" my father asked, as he did every night.
I let out a sigh and replied with a forced smile, "No, father, everything's the same as usual."
"Well, that's good to hear," he said.
After that brief conversation, I remained silent for the rest of the meal. Once dinner was over, I went to my room and didn't leave for the rest of the night.
I played computer games until midnight like an incel and then went to sleep.
Night after night, I struggled to fall asleep, consumed by the fear of the next day at school.
"Oh god, I really don't want to go to school," I thought to myself, feeling a sense of despair. "What can I do to protect myself? Should I bring my knife to school? Yeah, that'll scare those bullies away," I said to myself, trying to calm down by entertaining the idea.
"Hell no! I'm not crazy damn it, but what can i do?" i was trying to find a way to stop the bullying.
Suddenly, an idea that will help me strucked, both terrifying and exhilarating.
"That's it!" I exclaimed silently to myself. feeling a sense of relief, i feel asleep like a baby.
Morning arrived in a flash, and I headed off to school. Today holds the promise of a new chapter, one where I finally step into the thrilling world of MMA. But little did I know, beyond the confines of this important decision, a maze of untold challenges awaits, beckoning me towards an uncertain fate.
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Dionis_Asani
Dionis_Asani Even if you are the weakest person in the planet, there is still hope for you as long as you don't give up - Dionis
Chapter 2: The Beginning Of My Revenge
Walking to school i was calm and collected, for the first time in a while i went to school with no fear.
I entered the school building and walked through the hallways, I was the most confident I had ever been in my school year. Arriving in my classroom, I looked at the clock and noticed that I was a little late, and as expected, my bullies were already present, waiting to mess with me like they did every day. I caught a quick glimpse of them, brimming with excitement to cause me harm.
But despite their presence, I managed to compose myself and turn to my teacher with a polite greeting. "Good morning, teacher. I apologize for the wait,"
To my surprise, my teacher looked concerned and responded, "I had marked you as absent, Dionis. Is everything okay? You're never late to class."
"Everything is okay, I was just feeling a little sleepy," I explained
"Okay sit down please and open your notebook, oh, and please copy everything that is written on the blackboard into your notebook," she said, pointing to the board.
"Alright" i replied taking my seat.
I began copying the information onto my notebook, but suddenly, I felt a sharp slap on the back of my head. The impact was so strong that my forehead hit the table, causing me to wince in pain. I knew instantly that it was one of my bullies.
Suppressing the urge to cry out, I clinched my teeth and took it like a man.
"Hahahaha, look at this pussy. He doesn't even fight back anymore," Muhammed whispered to his friends, causing them to erupt in silent laughter.
I was fighting back the urge to kill everyone there "Dionis, calm down. You're still too weak," I reminded myself, my fists clenching under the desk. "After I get strong, these fuckers will pay. The wait will be worth it."
Taking a deep breath, I slowly turned my attention back to my notebook and tried to focus on my studies, despite the distraction caused by the bullies. As the lesson finally ended, the worst part of my day began: school break. The teacher left the classroom, and the bullies immediately started harassing me.
They forcefully yanked me from my chair, and with a swift blow to my stomach, Muhammed sent me sprawling to the ground, gasping for air. Surprisingly This time I let it happen without any protest.
Muhammed confused, crouched down and slapped me lightly in my face, Then he looked at his friends and said. "Hmmm, why isn't this fucker fighting back anymore? He became our bitch, hahaha."
After beating me up for what seemed like an eternity, they eventually grew bored and left me alone. I sat there, bruised and humiliated, as everyone in the class silently laughed at me - even my crush.
Ignoring their laughter, I counted down the minutes until the end of the school day. Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of another day of torture. I had survived. However, this day was different. Instead of coming home and collapsing on the couch to watch TV, I went to my room sat down on my chair and started researching the best books for self-improvement and emotional intelligence.
After an hour I selected the books I wanted to read. They were: The art of war, 48 laws of power, The art of seduction, The laws of human nature, Emotionale intelligenz, How to win friends and influence people, How to read a person like a book, Never split the difference negotiating as if your life depended on it, How to influence people and get what you want, The subtle art of not giving a fuck.
All this books and many more I read on self-improvement and emotional intelligence helped me tremendously in my journey later on, anyways as I delved into "The Art of War" book, I realized that mental strength alone wouldn't be enough to defeat my bullies. I needed to develop physical strength as well. So, I grabbed my phone and searched for "MMA near me" on Google. A few locations popped up, and I chose one that seemed promising. I quickly found their phone number and called them.
"Hello, how may I assist you?" a friendly voice answered.
"Hi, I'm interested in joining your MMA gym. Can you tell me a bit more about it?" I asked, feeling a bit nervous.
"Sure, we offer a variety of classes including Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai, and boxing. We have experienced coaches who are dedicated to helping our students improve their skills and reach their goals. Would you like to come in for a free trial class?" the voice replied.
"That sounds great! When can I come in for a trial class?" I asked eagerly.
"We have a class starting in about an hour. Would you like to join us for that one?"
"Yes, I would love to! Thank you so much!" I replied excitedly.
After putting on my sports outfit, I informed my parents that I needed some fresh air and headed out the door. The excitement coursing through me was palpable, causing me to run the entire way to the gym. By the time I reached my destination, I was panting, struggling to catch my breath. Opening the door, I stepped inside and my eyes widened in awe. The gym was expansive, brimming with an atmosphere charged with testosterone. Fighters sparred in one corner, while others focused on weightlifting, their muscles rippling with each exertion.
Feeling slightly overwhelmed and lost in the midst of the action, I wandered aimlessly, observing the dedicated individuals immersed in their training. It was then that a towering figure approached me from behind, his presence commanding attention. He asked with a deep voice, "What brings you here, sir?"
Recalling my earlier phone call, I replied, trying to catch my breath, "I called the gym an hour ago and was told to come for a trial."
The man nodded. "Ah, you must be the one they mentioned. Welcome to our gym. We're glad to have you here. I'm Coach Ali. Follow me, and I'll introduce you to the team and show you around."
Relieved to have some guidance, I followed Coach Ali, eager to begin training.
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Dionis_Asani
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Revenge may not be a just solution, but it certainly can be an effective one - Dionis
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