Firestarter Pt. 2In fairytales the ages sixteen or eighteen are the magical life changing ages; usually on birthdays. Not so with Aiden and me. Our life changed a couple months after we turned seventeen. I, being a redhead, tend to have a short tempter. I also, admittedly love to argue. Those two traits combined led to a verbal scrap with one of the neighbors. He didn't particularly care for the fact that a "mere girl" was winning. I live in a tough neighborhood. Our argument led to knives being drawn. Unfortunately he had me outmatched in the fact he was bigger (not that hard considering I'm a twig), stronger, and more skilled. He managed to pin me to the ground and was in the process of introducing me to the blade of the long knife he held.His knife, in the process of trying to find my heart caught on my ribs. He had lousy aim. I remember it hurt
it hurt a lot.