The Unlucky Number

Of course, Number comes in and slaps me. Thanks, number. Or seven. Or 666. Who knows what his real name is.
"Gah!" I yell, confused.
"YOU BASTARD!" Seven yells in my face, spit flying out of his mouth.
"Wha-Wha-What? Why?" I ask, stuttering at the sudden surprise.
"You killed my parents!" Seven yells again. For a kid of eleven, he's got spunk.
"WHAT? Oh, go cry me a river. It's that again." I say, as he slaps me again.
"STOP THE LIES!" He yells.
What lies?"
"YOU ARE LYING!"
"Speak sense, Seven."
"SHUT. UP."
"Dude. Calm. Down. Please." Seven takes out his double-edged sword and stabs me with it in the neck.
"Woah," I say as the wound close, pushing the sword out.
"WHY DID YOU DO IT?" He yells, more projectiles emanating from his mouth.
"Do...what?"
"STOP PLAYING DUMB!"
"Erm..." Seven sighs angrily. "Tell me what I did wrong!"
"No. If you don't know, I certainly won't tell you!" He kicks me in my soft spot, and I cough out blood, despite my vitakinetic powers. He kicks me two more times in the same spot. He leaves me in sorrow.