Underground with monsters

I dont know where i got wrong, where I lost my way and ended up in this hellhole. I only knew that the warmth i felt, was from my dripping blood, the pleasure running through my body was pain and anger. I barely could see, my eyes were swollen from the hits, I only knew I had to keep going.

Otherwise I would starve to death.

"Kolja! FIGHT"

The voice from my coach was one of many. It lost its meaning by the many that were screaming and celebrating my defeat. The money they won by my failure, because my opponent was better, had a better life, better training. He didn't grow up on the streets, never had to fight for his life, steal so he could eat. He was full of energy, while I was fulled by anger. I didn't eat for days, could barely hold my weight on my shaky legs.

But i stood, got always back up, even if I was spitting blood and couldn't catch a breath between the pain, that whipped through me.

It wasn't fair, I told myself.

Since when was life ever fair to me, I laughed.

"Stay down rat", my opponent said, as he was standing above me, "I won"

A burst of energy made my heart beat faster, my fist hold together, even if I couldn't move a single finger anymore. My teeth crunched, as I opened my eyes just to be blinded by the lights. So many people were looking and hoping for my downfall. Even my coach through his hat away and looked away.

I didn't need no one to believe in me. Not even myself. Just the anger to put him down.

I ran into my opponent and threw him against the cage. Felt how our bones broke with every hit I threw against his waist. My fists were burning, but it brought me pleasure to see him cry, while he tried to free himself. Like a spider, who tried to escape and to survive. This one wouldn't live long.

Another hit and another, my rage was unstoppable. I felt invincible, although i knew that I was at the edge of death. The room got silent, while my screams filled the darkness, that spread all around me.

I hit and hit, no one dared to come near me. I dont know when I stopped or even if I did. All I knew was, that from one moment to another I was covered in blood, my hands were shaking as the motionless body dropped on my feet.

Fifteen years old, in someones basement, who loved to see teenagers fight for money. What three years living on the streets could do to someone. Fighting not only for someones pleasure, but for the right to exist. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be alive, would have rotten and eaten away by some rats in the streets, even humans if you could still call them that.

If you have nothing, nothing left, not even freedom, you become a puppet in someones else's life. Just entertainment for someone with power an money. Either you give up or you survive, there was no other rule out here. Who wants to see the next day, has to go through darkness with the monsters that live in there.

Was I the monster or didn't I have another choice? I cant tell, I just did what needed to be done. Harsh isn't? A life only a few could imagine, but was reality to many i knew, so myself.

How my life changed after that?

No one should know, but I will tell you.