One night you started a fight with a guy who was in a gang. I told him I'd take care of you because I knew exactly what he was holding behind his back. I lead you to another room and you yelled at me for stopping you. I argued that he would kill you and you said you didn't care. You kept screaming and saying how you wanted to die. I hated hearing you say things like that. I wrapped my arms around you tightly to show you how much I care about you. You shoved me towards the wall and the pain in my back only made me throw a punch at you. You seemed like you were done but you got back up and threw me to the sofa.
I felt a sharp sting near my left rib. I looked down to see I was bleeding. The sofa had a wire poking out and it was jabbed into my side. When you saw the blood you ran out.