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October 23, 2015, the day my life changed forever. I was at a friend’s house, and we were just sitting down to watch a movie when we heard banging on the front door. Then the banging stopped, but only for a moment. Then the banging started again but this time from the back door.

At that point my friend went downstairs to see who it was. Then I heard three loud bangs. I didn’t know what was happening. Then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He walked in the room, pointed the .45 caliber black handgun at me and didn’t say a word.

I remember shaking my head no right before he fired. He looked me in the eyes and shot me in the face, taking my eye as the bullet traveled through my head and out the back of my neck.

After he shot me I pretended to be dead; I didn’t dare breathe or move until he left the room. When I knew that he was gone, I tried to call 911 ,but they couldn’t help me. When I realized that no one was going to help me, I did the only thing I knew and I helped myself.

I got up off the floor, wrapped a towel around my head, opened the window and climbed out. I then lowered myself and jumped from the second story, landing in a bush. But then I saw the man who had shot me running out of the back of the house to his truck. I froze and hid in the bushes until he was gone.

After he drove away, I ran into the street and tried to flag down a car for help. Finally, someone stopped.

The man who shot me went straight home to his parents’ house, where they let him take a shower. He then admitted to his parents what he had done, and they told him to leave. They didn’t call the police. After a 15-hour manhunt and a high-speed chase, he was finally apprehended.
Both my friend and I survived.

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