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I fell as he punched me. It became an out of body experience. It felt like I was watching somebody else. I don't get why he hit me. It wasn't like it was me kissing his girlfriend at last week's party. It was him that kissed my girlfriend. All I did was tell him that it wasn't cool to do that, even if you're drunk. But he wasn't. He wasn't drunk; everybody that goes to Clifton High School knows that Evan doesn't drink.
I could feel my mind returning to my body; it was so reluctant. Evan was standing now, kicking me while I was down instead of kneeling to punch me. I tried to crawl under the bench where people dump their sweaty gym clothes. Anything to get away.
The stench of the locker room was starting to get to me and I began to feel faint. The pain was becoming unbearable. Going unconscious wouldn't have been so bad at the time. Sweet black oblivion sounded good. Evan would have killed me if passed out though. I barely had enough strength to stand up, but I did. Then I ran. Ran to my car, jumped in, and drove. I didn't have perfect attendance; one more black mark wouldn't hurt.
Evan forgot about the whole thing the next day. My girlfriend and I broke up about a week later after I found out she was cheating on me with some guy from college. That's it. My scariest experience.
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Feel free to proof-read and change any grammar mistakes! Please note that this has not happened to me, and it is a fictional story.