What’s the biggest bullet you’ve ever dodged?

The Violent Break

My crazy ex-girlfriend tried to stab me, then assaulted me in front of the cops. She was put in the psych ward and kept reaching out, begging me to forgive her and take her back. Trisha was my first kiss when I was 15, and she somehow found me 20 years later.

She messaged me on MySpace asking me if I would take her vCard. I said yes. While we were doing it, she said she loved me, and I don’t know why, but I said it back. She asked me to be her boyfriend, and I impulsively said yes.

Fast forward three months, we were breaking up every two weeks. I had gotten back together with her five times at this point until one day I had enough. I broke up with her for real, and she started sobbing. I stood firm, however, and went back to my room.

I was browsing the web, looking for apartments. Out the corner of my eye, I noticed the shadow of a butcher knife. I saw it violently swing downwards, but thankfully I dodged it as it slammed down on the keyboard.

She swung it at me a few more times and even got me in the arm. Despite this, I somehow wrestled it away and held her until she calmed down. I told her I was leaving, and if she tried to stop me, I’d call the cops.

Well, she ran back to the kitchen, grabbed another blade, and started hurting herself. At that point, I dialed 911 and ran outside. The cops showed up. As I was talking to them, I heard screaming.

I turned around and I saw her running at me full speed. The cops didn’t seem to know what to do; they stood there stunned as Trisha sprinted toward me screaming. Her hair flew behind her.

I felt panic in my chest. I tried to back up, but I tripped over my own feet. Before I could hit the ground, she was on me. Her hands clawed at me, and her nails dug into me too.

I pushed her away, but she came at me again. I tried to grab her wrists to stop her, but she kept swinging. I could hear the cops shouting, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

I just knew I had to keep her from hurting me. I managed to grab her arms and hold them tight, but she kept struggling against me, trying to get free. Then I felt someone grab me from behind and pull me away.

It was one of the cops. Another cop grabbed Trisha and pulled her back. She kicked and screamed, still trying to get to me. I backed up, breathing hard. My face stung where she had scratched me, and I could feel the blood running down my cheek. The cops held her back as she fought against them.

“Why are you doing this?” she yelled at me, tears streaming down her face.

“I love you! I need you!”.

The cops started dragging her toward their car. She screamed and kicked, but they managed to get her in the back seat. One of the cops stayed with me, asking if I was okay.

I nodded, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Trisha. She was still screaming, her face pressed against the window of the cop car, her eyes locked on me as they drove away. I felt a mix of relief and guilt.

I didn’t know what was going to happen to her, but I knew I couldn’t keep doing this. I went back inside, my hands shaking. I sat down at my computer, trying to calm down. All I could think about was her face, her screams.