Scoring Love

I Almost Died

I heard Jed come down the stairs and I gulped hard. Good bye world. I've had a good run. "Topanga, if I die just remember, I love you." I kissed her pulled away when I heard Jed hit the main floor with his foot. I ran into the living room revealing Topanga's bandaged nose and black eye.

"Who did this?" Jed said with a voice that could kill. "Dad it doesn't m-" he raised his voice, "Who did this, Topanga?!"

I walked into the room, "I did, sir." He was about to charge at me but Topanga held him back, "Dad stop! He didn't mean to! I got in the way. He was just trying to protect me." He unclenched his fists and stormed upstairs.

"I think I'm just gonna lay down for a little." I said as I headed toward the living room. Topanga nodded and grabbed a soda from the fridge.

I laid down on the brown couch. I was fighting to stay awake but I couldn't. My eyes were shutting as I saw Topanga walk out the front door. My eyes finally shut and I fell into a deep sleep.

I could see my self sleeping on the couch. It was weird. I heard the rustling from a drawer come from the kitchen. The door that connected the living room and the kitchen swung open and Jed walked out. He was holding a knife, not a butter knife, one of those really long, sharp knives. He was walking over to my sleeping body. He dig the knife into my shoulder and made a diagonal slash across my heart. It was weird though, I felt it even though it wasn't me on the couch. It was bleeding a lot, but the cut wasn't deep enough to kill me.

I woke up but there was no Jed. I sighed in relief and put my hand over my chest and felt something wet.

IT WASN'T A DREAM!

He really stabbed me. I looked at my baby blue shirt now covered in blood. I pulled off the shirt and balled it up to press on my chest to stop the blood flow.

The front door opened and Topanga walked in. "To what do I owe this free looky?" She said as she sat next to me. She looked at my shirt on my chest, "What did you do now?" She said with a giggle. I plastered a fake smile which faded when I winced at the pain.

Topanga put her hand on my arm and pulled it out of the way revealing the mark across my chest. It was pretty big, too. Topanga gasped and covered her mouth. Tears started to form in her eyes and I wiped away the escaping year with my thumb.

She placed a hand on my chest and I grabbed it and kissed the back of it. She smiled and stood up. "What?" I said confused as to why she stood up. "I'm taking you to the hospital." She said throwing a clean shirt from the hamper at me. "One problem... you can't drive!" She shrugged and grabbed my car keys from my jacket and pulled me out to the car.

"You are not driving my car!" I said grabbing the cars from her hand. I hopped in the drivers seat and headed to the hospital.

So, in conclusion, I almost died.