I went out to a bar in downtown Cleveland, Ohio, on Easter 2017, with a friend. She saw an old friend she knew and started talking to him. Her friend introduced me to his cousin. At first I had a really bad gut instinct about this guy, but I ignored the feeling yet again. He asked me for my number, and I gave it to him. Once I left the club and got to my friend’s house, not too far from downtown, he called me and asked to see me. I agreed and sent him my location. Once he arrived, he FaceTimed me. On the phone he said he was in a silver car.
I walked outside, in the front of the housing complex. Once outside I saw a red and a silver car parked side by side. I got into the silver car, hugged him and that was my last memory of that night. I ended up getting shot five times. Once in my face, leaving me blind, twice in the top of my head, once in my shoulder, and once in my thumb.