37 My Struggle (1/2)

”Why isn't this password working?” David complained.

”Let me see you type it out,” Bryan exclaimed as he watched each keystroke like a hawk.

”You idiot you spelt my name with an I not a Y,” Bryan complained.

”Honest mistake I swear man,” David said while typing in the correct password that read $$.

I could remember.

”Why did you hit him?,” a police officer asked a young woman.

”He spit at his own father,” the woman cried out while pointing at David.

My older sister.

”I'm tired, and I slept at 8 yesterday,” David said loudly.

”When did you wake up?,” Bryan rolled his eyes while asking.

”4 in the morning to do homework,” David said while quietly smiling.

All these memories kept flooding back into David.

As David came back to the real world he said to himself,” I'm a shit human being,”.

{Technically correct, as you are about 1 percent feces}

David smiled, which was out of place as he was covered in blood, wielding a knife, and next to two young adults like him. David quickly retracted his knife and stood next to the pair.