My name is H. In third grade I was bullied by a little prick named Josh. Josh was a grade A prick and bully. I was at an all time low then. I was extremely unpopular and had little to no friends. Then, of course, life struck and I lost my father at age nine. I was broken. I was done with all this shit. Next day rolled around and so did Josh. I was playing soccer out on the field when Josh came over and grabbing my hood, pulled me to the ground. Excuse my language, but I was NOT going to let this little fucker mess with me. I was done with this. I was over and head butted him squarely in the face. I heard bone crack, but did not let up. I threw him to the ground and started to beat his ugly little face into the wet mud. He started to cry and scream vigorously. I didn't let up. I held his face there until his body started to go slack, then I let up. He just wasn't worth it. I quickly got up and called for help. The teacher came over and started to yell at Josh, then took him to the principal. In the end, he got in trouble and I didnt. I felt victorious. Now though, I feel somewhat regretful. I probably traumatized him and caused him several injuries. I know that I broke his nose and scared the shit out of him. No that this is justifiable or good in any way however. All I'm saying is just stand up for yourself and others. Now, my life couldn't be better. I love my life now. Best regards, H.