Cousin

Three years ago an event happened with my cosine that changed his life forever. It was March 19, 2009 and my cousin was celebrating his nineteenth birthday.  In order to understand the following events you must first understand who my cousin is. He was a troubled child when growing up and as such was prone to rebellion and among his favored activities was drinking, smoking, and causing a commotion. As such when he turned nineteen on that fateful day he went out and hit the party seine of Phoenix, AZ.

It was late in the night when while driving home from the party he noticed a girl he had seen at the party walking down the street. Of course being a teen horny drunken on hormones he stopped and offered her ride to the poor girl. As it turns out she was not walking home. No instead she was going to find her friends and see if they could score some beer. My cousin being the trouble maker that he is had no complaints. So they went off and found her other friends another girl and a guy. So they commence with the drinking and the partying when in their drunken stupor a fight broke out. The male of the trio pulled a gun on my cousin and threatened to shoot him. My cousin, being the tough-guy of the family, in his drunken rage told him to fire and put the barrel to his head and told him to fire. Whether the man was bluffing or choked I will never know, but he quickly put the gun away and he with the other girls tried to subdue my cousin. But he was fast and quickly made into the car, unfortunately they made it too. One of the girls quickly pulled a small four inch knife and began to try and stab him. Ether she was too drunk or was having too much resistance from my cousin because she could not stab him. Unfortunately she handed it to the dude who began slashing my cousin in the back. They stabbed him seven times in the back before tossing him out of the car and driving away.

            To hear him describe it was fascinating and horrible at the same time. He said that every time his heart beat pressurized blood would shoot out of the largest wound and sprayed at least three feet away. He began screaming for help at the top of his lungs as he began to bleed out. Thankfully someone called an ambulance, though the only reason he survived that long was because he shoved his fingers into the largest wound to try and slow the bleeding. By the time the ambulance arrived he has half dead and almost out of blood. He spent two weeks in the hospital hooked up to machines to survive and another three weeks in rehab. Two months later the two girls were caught with his stolen car and were sentenced to two years in prison for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. The male is still on the loose but we are ever vigilant. As for my cousin well he learned not to trus everyone just because they offer a good time.