A few seconds pass before I understand what is happening. The man pushes the blade into my stomach; my back crashes against the glass door. He elevates me into the air and my skin splits open like paper. Holding his hands, I try to pull the knife back out but my strength abandons me. He is an animal. I will die now. Before things fade to black I see Meeks, gun pointed at his head, running at us in slow motion like in the movies.
I don’t die. Ambulance, hospital, home. We become town heroes. Months pass before out of nowhere I throw a glass across my living room. I see Meeks, we say our goodbyes. “We got him,” he says. People tell me I look thin. I meet a girl, we go on a date. I never see her again.
Life is on fast forward and I can’t wait for the good bits to come.