Personal experience

The light shone by means of the palliums emitting a nutty peaceful glow from the designs on its fabric, with my head aching and my eyeball just open I peered through a machineving on the curtain and squinted my eyes to see if the weather had changed from its usual continuous downpour, my expectations were drowned and revived for it was prohibitionist that frost had added its touch to the scenery.Following the same r come out of the closetine each(prenominal) week, I threw on some old but very warmly clothes and found my way machineelessly downstairs, there was a crusade for me to be happy today, but I was not fully heat yet to remember why.I passed through the kitchen avoiding the cupboard that I endlessly seemed to knock into in the morning, sunlight shone through the window reflecting the brilliance of the kitchens woodwork, render lay shimmering in the light on the drying board beside the sink, I change up the kettle to make myself a cup of coffee and watched as the steam implanted marks on the beige wallpaper.Looking through the patio fleck drinking my coffee I had a more(prenominal) broad view of todays weather, Frost had embedded itself on all warm objects in view. Trees, plants even the gravel of the driveway shone in brilliance with this sporty sheet of frozen dew.As I opened the patio admission and hastily put on my slippers a soft, cool breeze blew crossways my be sending a shiver down my spine and do the hairs on my build up to stand.I inhaled the cool, crisp air which was waking me advance than my coffee, I walked alongside the garden admiring the view and took special interest in the way that the grass sparkled as I swept ult which reminded me of jewelry such as diamonds or emeralds.As I went covering privileged I put down my cold mug of coffee and headed upstairs where I found a bundle of towels, half-wet, half-dry lying on the fuzeework, this was the crock up they were thrown the last time they were used.Twenty m inutes later by and by a warm refreshing shower I realised I was ready for breakfast, by this time I had realised that the reason for me to be happy today was due to the f come that I did not fetch to go into work and that later on two supporters of mine Stephen and Scott were to acclaim to my house.I threw myself on the couch and relaxed as the enormous cushions sank beneath my weight, I lay there reviewing the weeks happenings in my mind and wondering what I should do today, time passed as I lay in this trance and was late frightened when I was aroused by the sound of knocking on the front door.I sat upright and headed for the door, on the way grabbing my wallet, keys and mini-disc player.I opened the door which gave a loud creak and slammed it shut with obligate call on trying to fit my keys into the keyhole, I glanced briefly at Stephen and Scott, while saying hi I stroked the cat as I walked past the box from which it was emerging stretching its legs, no doubtedly I had woken it up while closing the door.After we had conspired the decision was made that we would go to Currys first as I needed a new pair of headphones for my mini-disc player.After a criminal maintenanceful selection process for a pair that were of a fair quality standard and cheap in price we headed outside to the car park so I could attach the newly bought product.After I had discarded of the plastic case in which the headphones were contained, I inserted the headphones into the player and clad the wire around the player itself,I put it in Scotts bag, as I did this however, I noticed that coming down the hill was a group of six unruly looking ruffians aged from around 17 to 19.I made it clear to Steve and Scott that we should go as the youths were pointing in our direction, as we were about to make off, to our misfortune, a jet black jeep with unless two seats which were occupied by two passengers pulled by us.It held two women who were looking for directions, by instantly th e gang who we had spotted had walked past us which came as a great relief to me.After we had helped the two women and they had figure out where their destination was they departed, and we ourselves theory we ought to do the same.With a quick turn I noticed that through the buildings see-through shutters that we were not alone, it turned out that the gang had waited there and started to follow us as we left.Steve and Scott started to quicken their pace quite fast leaving me behind them as they broke into a run and were followed by five shouting there he is, lead off him they were a good distance away from me so I thought of going back to currys for help when suddenly I felt a great weight pound on the back of my neck, it struck buffet into me as it had surprised me more than anything.One of the gang had stayed behind and strayed a little to clumsy behind me since I was the biggest of the three, unlike him, he was a tall, dark, rough looking character wearing what looked like a pass me down baseball cap and protruding from the cap was his thick black oily hair which was curled from the tips upward.His muscular build summed up his attitude so I thought it best to run, and I did, but it wasnt long sooner I was stopped again.The greasy haired thug sprinted after me in a fit of rage and tripped me up, those few seconds of falling before impact with the ground made me think of the horror which may yet come to be.With a quick glance after a hard collision with the ground I noticed three other thugs were surrounding me, they had given up on the chase for Stephen and Scott and thought that it would be fun to take a waive at me, and they did they kicked me over and over again.They booted me in the back of the head laughing like schoolchildren with a new toy, I was ring with no way out, they had formed a circle where each soulfulness was able to get a kick in, I waved my arms in the air hoping to block blows that came to my face, I squirmed around trying franti cally to beat this vicious circle of attacks while continually receiving kicks in every part of my body.I tried to scramble to my feet, tried to get away but was stopped my another fierce kick to the stomach which had winded me, at this point I hadnt realized that it didnt actually hurt, sure my arms were drenched with blood and my legs werent functioning properly but with each and every kick I only heard, not felt, like sound vibrations off a pair of speakers each kick was like ripple of sound of a dance beat, maybe the shock of all this had suppressed the pain, or the epinephrin in the heat of the moment.With the attacks coming yet still to the stomach and arms I screamed out as best as I could why, why are you doing this, Ive done nothing yet from saying this must conduct induced a renewed attack from members of the group who were seeming to sculptural relief off, laughter was the only reply from which I heard.Even now clearly, I am haunted by the look, from which I was gree ted by one of the group, his eyes were filled with malice, hatred, malevolence, but why?Who was he?I didnt know him, what pretend I done.I screamed as loud as I was fit to, with my voice quivering during the end of the outburst still I relentlessly waved my arm in the air noticing that what was once a colored piece of clothing had turned to dark red with rips all over, at this they scattered, they ran why?I picked myself off the ground, I collapsed under my own weight, I tried again and yet I failed at this attempt, I crawled, squirming my body left and right trying not to put pressure on my arms.I got to the nearest wall and propped myself up against it, I inspected my injuries and only now realizing the pain I was in, when I looked around I caught sight of Stephen and Scott, plain they had stopped someone on the road for help and were coming towards me, they helped me into the car which they had stopped and surprisingly it turned out to be a friend of my fathers.As he drove me h ome the increasing pain seemed overwhelming, I drifted away into deep thought as I sank into the seats of the car.Weeks energise passed and a formal complaint has been made about the thugs but I fork out yet to hear from the police, it had turned out that the thugs were after Stephen and Scott because of their religion, they both were protestant. The thugs themselves were catholic and lived in a local estate area which is ill-famed for crime and supposedly uncontrollable to the law, they had mistaken me for a protestant and I had received the full beating intended for all of us.As I look back on this experience now it makes me wonder what these youths have gone through in their lives to make them capable of committing such an act and thinking in the way they do on the differences in religion, I am continually haunted by that piercing look I received on the day, that look, the look I got was from something not human, it was something else. These people care nothing about what they have done to me and to support their reasons the only rejoinder was the fact that they thought I was of another religion, their bias is so thin, so pointless.