Flashbacks 1

"Hey... Hey! Wake up!" I've heard a voice. Then I smelled alcohol. It was probably someone like me... A scum that does nothing but drink vodka.. Why would they call me? "Uhhh..." I felt uneasy. I felt cold. Lonely. Like I had no place to call home. "I saw you fight for the bench. You were really brave and strong for a newbie"
Ah, yes... the bench. A place desired by many people. Drinking here is even better than dinner with a king. But you have to fight for it. You have to. If you win, you get fame, honor, a couple of bruises and scars.. But it's worth it. "I just gotta warn ya man, u ain't gonna win alone. Not with them.
" What... Them? Who them? What are you even talking about? Aren't they just scums that have nowhere to go like you and me? That have no goals in their lives?" I asked." They are. But they're strong. I'll be honest: with the current state we're all in, the bench is the only thing, that we desire, and that is possible to achieve." the strange person said. As much as I didn't want to admit it, they were right. This was also my only dream... To drik something while sitting on the bench.
" Would you mind joining us?" I couldn't believe my ears. " Join? 'Us'? What are you talking about?"
"You're really clueless...We have formed a group. We will fight for the bench. To feel the glory of sitting on it, and to free it, from the people that destroy it". The man's (I've realized it was a male) words touched my heart. I couldn't resist it.
I stood up.
"Your words are the words of honor. No matter what you fight for, you do it for justice. I see it. Your words though, are the sharpest blades. They shattered my heart and cut it. I will join you, if the people that follow your lead, are the same as you."
And I have never said anything that smart ever again.