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Bloody Knuckles

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He stood there looking at the tree in front of him. It almost seemed to mock him, calling out to his obvious fears, He clenched his fists and raised them. His fist flew out, striking the tree dead on. Pain rocketed from his fist up his arm. He dropped it, holding back a yell. His knuckles throbbed as he shook his hand. The tree stood, seemingly laughing at him. He looked at his fist then back at the tree. He wanted to punch it again, but he was terrified of the pain.
You’re too weak.
“Who’s there?” he cried out looking around.
Sheki…how are you going to protect anyone?
“I can too protect people!”
Ay yai…You’re afraid…I told you to be strong.
“Sa Bum Nim please! I am strong sir!”
Shekiah…You can’t do anything right!
“No sir. I can.” He cried out, slumping to his knees. He waited for an answer but the wind carried none.
“Sa Bum Nim…” He shook his head and stood. He would prove it. Once again he tightened his fists and punched. Once again pain wracked through his body. He screamed and punched it again, this time harder then before. The pain was overpowering. He slumped to his knees again.
Is that the best you can do?
A different voice this time.
I raised you better than that I thought.
“Papa?”
I trusted you to take care of the family. I trusted you to be the head of the family now.
“I’m trying my best papa!” he cried out to his father.
I held out before I died to give you time to be strong. I held on so you could learn to be strong and this is what I see?
“Papa…”
I can’t believe my first born is like this. A waste and a disgrace. How do you expect me to be proud of you?
He felt hot tears slowly sliding down his cheeks. He sniffled and wiped away his tears.
“I’m doing my best!” he shouted out.
Then why do you cry like a baby?
“…..” He looked at the ground and shuffled his feet. “I’m trying my best to make you proud.” He waited for an answer. There was none. He sighed and stood up. Time to use the other fist. He punched again, ignoring the pain, and then punched again. Pain threatened to consume him but he thought of his father and master and punched again. It overwhelmed it now, but he managed another punch. As soon as it connected though, the pain forced him to his knees. Maybe they were right. What kind of person did he think he was?  What ever made him think he was strong? He was nothing. Nothing… He could never live up to anyone’s expectations. He could never protect anyone. What the hell was he thinking?
Honey…
He looked up. That sweet voice…
Honey…What are you doing?
“Patty…?”
Honey, you’ll help me right? You’ll save me?
“I can’t Patty… I’m weak. I’m useless…”
You’ve always been strong to me…you’ve shown me an inner strength I didn’t know I had. You’ve shown me how to change myself for the better.
“……”
You are my superman, my knight in shining armor no matter what.
“….”
I know you’ll find what you need. Remember, I love you. We all love you. We’re all proud of you, no matter what.
“…..” He stood and clenched his fists again. Pain shot through his body but he ignored it. For her…for her he could be strong. His right fist slammed against the tree.
Bam.
Pain shot through him but he kept going as he slammed his left hand into the tree.
Bam
For her, he would do anything. His right fist struck again.
Bam
With her he felt like he could do anything. His left fist shot out again.
Bam
For her, he would hold the world above his head. The right fist exploded out.
Bam
For her, he could be…a hero. His fists shot out like machine guns.
Bam
Bam
Bam
Bam
Bam
Bam
Bam
His fists stopped and opened. He panted and let his shoulders slump. The only noise was the sound of blood hitting the ground as it dripped from his bloody knuckles. He sighed and sat down.
Shekiah…
“Sir?” he cried out automatically as he sat up straight.
Sheki…I’m proud of you.
“Thank you sir.”
Son.
“Papa?”
Good job. I don’t say it enough, but I’m proud of you.
“Heh…thanks Papa.” He relaxed and laid down. His knuckles were still bleeding and they throbbed with pain, but he ignored it. The sun was shining high in the sky. It was a beautiful day. He smiled and laughed. A door slammed and he sat up. Patty had just come outside. He smiled and laughed a little at her worried look.
“Are you ok?” she asked as she took a step forward. She gasped. “Your knuckles.” In a quick movement, he had his arm around her waist.
“Don’t worry about it. Just have to wrap them up. I just wanted to say thank you.” He laughed. Her blue eyes shone brightly in the sun.
“Thanks for what?”
“Thanks for loving me and believing in me. I don’t know what I do with out you.”
“You’d starve and be lost. You better damn well be grateful.” She replied. He smiled and kissed her.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” he asked.
“I’m listening.”
“I love you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Damn straight.” She replied with a grin. He laughed and kissed her again.
“Come on. Let me wrap my hands up and I’ll cook you the best meal you ever had.” He said as he vanished into the doorway.
“Just don’t start a fire this time!” she yelled as she followed him in. In his head he laughed. He would never doubt himself again. Not when he had so much he had to protect.
He just wants to be strong, but he has so many self doubts.
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You need to begin the mourning process. You have a support system which is ready for you to fall into them. We know that you are there for us, but you need to know that we are there for you.

A mouse saw a lion being netted down by hunters, and she remembered how the lion spared her life earlier. And she freed him, and they became friends. And the friends lived for a long time until the hunters came again, and the mouse had died and the lion missed her so much. And he knew it was his time. But he did not go without a fight, because thats how she would have wanted it.

Compassion is the willingness to enter into someone else's chaos.

Don't bottle up something that can blow off the top of a nuclear reactor, We all saw how that turned out in Cherynobyl.

Like I told your brother. Don't stop being beautiful. If anything, Do not stop being beautiful. I will forgive you moving to Canada, even Asia if you so wanted it. But if you so dare to stop being beautiful....