4th of August 2013
I arrive home with my friend. I notice that we leave the door unlocked as we head to the kitchen. I am frying off fish, when i get really worried about the door and suddenly we hear the door being opened. A man with a gun storms through the corridor and points his gun at us. My friend and I put our hands up and leave, just as the man told us to. We run two houses down and hope that someone is home. A mother opens the door, we can see her family just about to begin dinner behind her. She lets us in and we tell them of the situation. We tell them that we need to call the police, we ask them if we can please borrow their phone. But... They wouldn't let us because they have no internet connection and that it's expensive to use the phone... some ridiculous excuses. I was extremely frazzled and begged them that we have to do something otherwise he might come to this house too. Before the next person is able to take their next breath, the door swings open and the armed man starts shooting away. I was across the table, in the direct line of fire. I get hit right in the stomach. I saw myself in excruciating pain and I felt hopelessness. The gunman walked towards me and I hoped he wouldn't shoot me again because at least now I still have a slim chance of surviving. He didn't finish me off, he just disappeared. My best friend came to my side. Even though I had been shot the family would still not let us use their phone... My friend tried helping me up, but I could barely move, because of the pain. A guy suddenly appears, I suddenly felt safe, that I was going to survive and that he was going to save me.














