Date: 7/7/2018
By naya
I was at some kind of a club or party. A gang member walks in and chaos begins to rupture. I thought to myself "I won't get shot. What are the chances, right?" There is no more music. And no one else is screaming. Everyone sits on the floor (including me) making the shape up a circle. There are guys from my highschool in this circle and a girl in the circle just looking at me compassionately. It's as if she knew I would be picked. The high school guys are making jokes about who should get shot. They notice I'm quiet and someone shouts out "naya!" The gang member points his gun at me. "I just want to see her squirm" somebody said. I start profusely crying while getting dragged forward by my leg, everyone is laughing and bam. I get shot. In the stomach area. I don't die and manage to heal physically very quickly, within a day or so. The next day I go to the mall and I see my story everywhere on the news. I see footage of the incident on tv. I noticed there were tv's everywhere, playing the same footage again and again. I break down emotionally as I can't escape the trauma. The girl from the circle walks slowly to me and holds my hand. She doesn't say a word. She's just there with me while I walk around the mall. When it appears I am better, she leaves. When I'm home to my brother and dad, my brother starts talking about the incident. "You know my friend was there when it happened?!?! It was at the concert in downtown" he says. Nobody seems to know that I was the victim of the incident, just the shooter. I tell him it was at the club and that I was the one who got shot. I tear up and he says "I'm sorry" apologizing for what happened to me.