Three men walked towards me as the skinny one yelled orders at them. Different things were running through my head on what to do. Should I run? Fight back ? Or just give up. One of the men pulled a Swiss Army knife from his pocket, whilst the other two picked up pipes from the surrounding buildings. 

As they walked towards me I copied their steps. As I walked backwards, my eyes caught sight of a long metal poll. As I was looking at the poll a loud yell rang through the air, as the man with the knife ran towards me. Bending down, I grabbed a hold of the pipe and swung it into the mans hands, causing the knife to fly out of his grip.

the other two men raced towards me swinging their pipes. One hit me in the side of my ribs with a loud crack. Just by the trouble I had breathing I knew I had broken a few. The other man swung his pipe towards the back of my knee but I managed to block it with my metal pipe. 

Gripping tighter onto the pipe, I swung it hard and fast into the back of one of the men before kicking the other in the stomach. There was no way I was going to give up so easily. The man that had the kife swung his leg into the side of my rib cage, where the poll had hit not long ago.

I gasped for air as I struggled to catch my breath from the pain. Gripping the pipe even harder, I swung it into the side of the mans head, causing him to fall to the ground. All three men were now laying on the ground groaning in pain but I knew if I didn't leave know, I would be in serious trouble.

Grabbing my broken ribs, I ran down the street towards our home. As I ran I could feel my body starting to give out, as I struggled to breath. Once I arrived at our house, I barraged through the garage door with a loud bang, I let my body fall to the fall in pain. The sound