On September 13, 2017, I was shot in my right abdomen at school. Running from someone with a gun at your school is never anything anyone should have to go through. Two weeks into my freshman year of high school, which were supposed to be the best years of my life, turned into a nightmare of a life. PTSD is never anything I imagined having to endure my whole life, starting at the mere age of 14.
A child, a kid I knew, a classmate, brought an AR-15 and a handgun into my school. With the soul purpose to “kill as many people as he could.” I heard a loud pop and turned around to see another classmate I knew, dead on the ground, as well as someone I knew pointing a gun at me and my friends.
Imagine looking a murderer in the eye and seeing him proceed to shoot and attempt to shoot children, friends and classmates in a school hallway. I was 14. It has been five years. Five years and I still freeze in fear. Just like I did that day I got shot at school when I was 14 years old.