Maybe I don’t agree entirely with the way it was handled, but with a knife in your side you tend to agree with the one controlling the handle. That’s not even the worst part—Jacob was unconscious on the ground, breathing still, but lifeless in his own way. I thought he’d die from the blood loss. It’s kind of funny, I used to grow up with my older brother Jack telling me with naivety: “if you fight back, you’ll be stabbed,” I guess i’ll have to tell him how this one went if I get the chance. 

It was an accident at first—it only became serious when we saw how much she was bleeding. Something about the puddle seemed off. Even the shade of red didn’t seem right. Jacob got this idea in his head about how she would always tease him in high school and how surely that meant she was the one for him. Never mind that she was two years older and the teases weren’t so much flirtatious as they were in a way your parents’ childless friends tease you because they don’t know what else to say. But Jacob couldn’t tell, it was actually kind of sweet in a way.