Diary.
I just got beaten up, by a bunch of jerks. I didn't expect to see him that soon. He had some of his friends with him. I've got a broken arm and some broken ribs. It hurts plenty, but I think I nailed them. Obviously some of them knew martial arts, and could fight back. At least they didn't carry any knifes. It could have gone ugly if they had. I hope not to see more of them, or else my sister is going to have to hide someplace else. I'm having a hard time right now.
I want to die.
But then again, who would protect my sis? I will have to wait until she finds someone special. True love I suppose. Then I could die. Or move on to a new life. I'll figure out soon enough.