As I come too, my body feels weak and I groan. My hands come up to immediately block my face from more pain as a ringing sensation goes off in my ears. I move fast as I try to stop the motion of the fist that’s hitting me. I grab the hand with my uncoordinated body and shove it away as best as I can. As soon as I see the face of my attacker, I get angry.

I watch as my brother gains his footing from my shove and races over to me once more. I dodge his next hit as his fist comes swinging at my face. Using...