I was asked by a neighbor’s son for a ride to work. He was 18. I accepted. The ride to his work I was playing music and laughing. We were at a stoplight when I asked him if he needed anything from the store before getting to work. He declined and instead cocked a gun and shoved it to me face. He told me to get on the interstate and drive him out of state. We drove and drove before my car was running out of gas. We pulled off the interstate and took some back roads. We pulled over, and he wanted to rape me. He held the gun to my head for a few minutes in silence, and I thought he was going to kill me right then. I managed to change his mind about the spot we were in by telling him people in the house behind us were watching. He agreed to move, and I planned my escape. Once down the road, he told me to turn. I missed the turn on purpose and apologized. I backed up into a driveway, put the car in drive, started going, and I opened the door and bailed out onto my stomach. I got up quickly and ran. I had a few moments because he had to put the car in park. As I was running he shot at me twice, hitting the house I was running towards. I never looked back as I heard a total of three shots. I ran behind many houses, banging on them, until I came upon a house, maybe five or six houses down from where I left the car. It was an older woman sitting on her porch. I ran straight into her house for help. She called 911 and got me a towel because I was bleeding from my fall and climbing through brush and hills in others’ back yards. The police came and told me he was gone. He committed suicide. His original plan was to take me with him. I survived. He didn’t. My life hasn’t been the same since.