This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. (Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club)

A long sliver of broken glass was jabbed into Christian's stomach and I lost faith in the world.

I didn't care that they stole my BMW. The only thing I cared about for the next fourteen hours was whether or not Christian would live.

I never was one to have trouble sleeping but all night I stayed at the hospital and paced restlessly. I couldn't even think about sleep. I couldn't believe this had happened. What was wrong with me? Why did everyone who entered my life end up in trouble? Death hung around me. I was trouble even when I wanted to be good. Trouble was in my blood.