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Life: Treat yourself don’t cheat yourself

In your life, has there ever been a time where you realized you had

messed up, to the point that you started to feel desperate over what you

could have done to avoid the mistake?

This was me at the time, I felt that weight deeply, a crushing reminder of

my missteps and missed moments. Until I realized I can’t undo or take

back certain actions. But beneath the despair, a flicker of determination

stirred within me for some reason i just couldn’t understand.

Despite being only three young adolescents, we have nearly terrorized and

critically attacked a grown man. We were just doing what we thought we

had to when confrontations with other crews and egos arose. We never

imagined our actions would have such serious consequences. We were

just trying to stand up for ourselves. We had no idea what we were doing

would get us arrested.

Instead of talking things out, we let our aggression take over. Fueled by

youthful eagerness, violence, and a toxic mix of egotism and pride, we

reacted impulsively. What should have been a moment to pause and reflect turned into a relentless cycle of punishment.

Each encounter with him became an opportunity to inflict more harm, driven by a misguided sense

of justice for a single perceived mistake.

Our actions escalated, and with each act of violence, we pushed him

closer to the brink. The critical injury he sustained was the culmination of

our unchecked rage. It wasn’t until we were handcuffed, our rights read to

us, and the police van began to drive away that the reality of our actions

started to sink in. The cold metal of the cuffs bit into my wrists, and the

weight of our arrest pressed down on me. As the van’s engine roared to life

and the world outside blurred past the barred windows, I began to process

the gravity of what we had done. The enormity of our actions and the

irreversible consequences hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me to grapple

with the harsh reality of our choices.

We started off as just a group of friends hanging out after school, our

laughter echoing through the empty hallways. Those carefree afternoons

soon gave way to experimenting with smoking, the acrid scent of marijuana clinging to our clothes.

What began as harmless fun quickly spiraled into

something darker. Our tempers flared, and we found ourselves in fights,

our fists flying as if they could solve our problems.

Now, here we are, facing the harsh reality of our actions. The bad

decisions we made in the heat of the moment, without a second thought,

have caught up with us. The weight of accountability presses down on us,

each of us grappling with the consequences of our impulsive choices. The

cold, sterile environment of the holding cell is a stark contrast to the

warmth of our carefree days, a constant reminder of how far we’ve fallen.

The gravity of our situation is inescapable, and the realization that we are

responsible for the harm we’ve caused is a heavy burden to bear.

The moment I knew I had taken a wrong turn in my life was when I felt the

cold steel of a juvenile cell door slam shut. The sound echoed through the

empty halls, a stark reminder of my reality. Desperation clawed at my chest

as I tried to escape the suffocating despair. I replayed the choices that had

led me to this grim reality, each one a step further away from the person i wanted to be.