i was in a fight tonight...

i used my fighting skills...when i was little a boy punched me with a rock in his hand--he was a retard, i didnt care though i used them with the same level of anger...back then my skin would feel like it was in flames my eye sight was very clear, (he broke my arm) i felt no pain and swung repeatedly with the injured arm but you would think i couldnt...but i did. mom pulled me off of him. "you cant use let your anger take over karina! i know it is in your blood that causes you to fight back but your level of anger and growing strength will severly injure ppl...don't do that!! i understand the boy hit first and im glad you protected your self but you MUST know when to stop..." i said in tears "mommy! he hit first, i dont care if he was a prince or whatever--HE got what he deserved!" that was the last time i ever used that strenght...over the years it has diminished..that is untill this night...
(btw i can drive now--got drvr licens) i was in downtown houston on my way to my car i the underground parkinglot in the public library--when i felt someone following me. my senses telling me to watch my step, i got ready for an attact. the small embers that took place of the fire that was once in me long ago relit. my hearing maximized almost hearing his heartbeat--my heart pumping anger into my bloodstream. the attacker was behind me--he had a knife. "i dont want to hurt you--go home--but attack me and you will bleed..."i said in a cool tone "tch! gimme your money witch!!" i spun around as he swung at me. i ducked and roundhouse kicked him in the ribs. i heard one crack. he staggered while cursing and ran at me with his fist clenched. right when he was about it strike my nails (very sharp mind you...) swung near left eye causing the lid to bleed perfusively, my anger arose to such a level that my eye sight had a redish tint. wailing in pain that his eye was nearly gouged out tried to attack me again with his knife! "nngh!" i felt the cold steel blade pirece though my right arm. my blood dripping to the floor..."ha...hahaha cant attack me now eh witch?!" i wanted him to suffer...i wanted him to writhe in pain. "ATTACK ME AGAIN AND I SWEAR--POR DIOS Y MI MADRE QUE ME PARTE UN RIO-- I WILL f*** YOU UP!!" he attacked once more and in moments he was on the ground with a bleeding fsce, a broken arm, cracked rib, and a half gouged eye. my skin still in anger and an aura that would even scare the undead. i needed a medic. but first--report the attack. i just came out of the ER. im ok now. no charges against me--it was self defence. though part of me loved the fighting and the release of anger, i need to channel it through my attacks more effectively.