A Fight - 1pg Long Story

I get kicked like five or six times, in my head and chest and groin, before I get out of the sleeping bag. There is swearing flying left, right and centre, but my adrenalin takes over and I can barely hear it. I am a fight not flight, so the second I'm out of the bag I'm assessing. I suddenly get hit in the back of the head buy a bottle, which cuts my head. My lip is painfully sore from were my tooth has cut through it (when I was kicked in my jaw, my top tooth cut through my bottom lip). There are 4 guys in total. 3 up close, one further back. The one closest goes to punch me again, left-handed. I block with my right arm and hit with my left. I punch like shit with my left arm, so this is nothing more than a jab. The guy that hit me with the beer bottle, almost behind me, kicks my ass. His steel capped toe hitting my lower spine... my tailbone. This causes me to stand upright and I get a left-handed punch to the face, which I think broke my nose. As I spin from the punch, I close fist backhand the one that kicked me. With my full weight behind it, I level him.1

The 3rd guy that has yet been somewhat distant now punches me in the face, then chest. He could hit, hard. I ended up with a black eye here, and possibly a broken rib. The next few days after it hurt to breath. I stagger backwards. I still can't make out what they are saying... my whole body is aching.... The one that was left-handed comes to hit me again. I grab his left arm with my right, I'm stronger; I start to twist it like a Chinese burn. I then head butt his nose, smashing it open. I end up with blood over my face from his. The third is now slightly cautious in approach. He seems unsure as to whether to attack or not. I take this as my opportunity. I can tell when my luck will run out. I pick up my sleeping back, sitting at my feet. And I grab my backpack, which has my... hehe.... my schoolbooks and my food in it. And walk away, backwards.2

I had intention on making it to the school grounds, but that was about 4kms away, and I was hurting. I barely made it 100m. I wasn't even walking in the right direction. I collapsed on the edge of the video store at Tuggerah. To this day I can recall that event so vividly. I wear the scares on my lip, above my eye, I think at the back of my head, and on my left shoulder. I also wear the scars in my sleep.