On July 28, 2020, I went to meet my boyfriend of four years at a place he’d wanted to meet. Prior to this, I wasn’t happy in our relationship. He was very abusive and controlling, and I wanted out. I had been staying with my mom since July 18.
I went, thinking nothing of it. It was 11 p.m., and I was waiting in a dark spot — pitch dark, not a car in sight. As I called him, he didn’t answer. By this time, he was standing at my window with a gun. Within a blink of an eye, he was shooting at me, point blank. I was able to drive off and make it to the hospital, where I found out I was shot five times: Once in my face, my shoulder, my back, thigh and abdomen.
He’s in jail now. My scars are healed on the outside. Now I’m working on my scars inside.