Alexander Arthur

The Other Side

"Don't do it, Jack. Don't do it." I said to myself. My grip on the knife handle loosened a little but my other hand was still wrapped around the neck of the other student. I sat on top of Luke Valenti, the school bully, holding him down with all my strength. I was enraged. For more than three years I have been bullied by him, had my head shoved into a toilet bowl and even got about three broken ribs. I loathe him. Now I had the upper hand. I could see the fear in his eyes as it slowly dawned on him that he was about to die. I loved it, and yet I could hear my subconscious trying to talk me out of it, that little religious part of me that my mother had brought up. I looked at his eyes turning red with tears.