One cool summer night, i texted a few of my closest friends. They soon replied and we met outside my house. We drove around, got some mickey-d’s and cracked jokes.

After a while, we found ourselves driving through a strange part of town.

It was kind of slummy, a lot of garbage and debris was all over the sidewalks, and a few raggy looking guys were walking down the street. There were a lot of burnt out street lights and broken benches.

We were driving pretty slow to take in all of this vandalism and suddenly something hits the back of the car with a big thud. A few seconds later i see a few dark figures pass the back windows, one pulls something out from his side, another is holding something in his hand.

They were holding a gun and a crow bar, i immediately started panicking, my two friends in the front seats were trying to act stron but i could see them starting to sweat.

The guy on the driver side, said in a deep menacing voice, “get out of the car” My two friends got out and i climbed out a few seconds later.

The one with the crow bar grabbed me and threw me against a fence and the guy with the gun took my friend and holds him against a fence on the other side of the car. My other friend grabs the crowbar-guys shoulder spins him around and punches him in the chin, he stumbles back, and before he regains his senses, my friend tackles him, holds him on the ground, and puts a knife to his throat

The one with the gun points it at my friend, and yells “get the f*** off of him, right now!” my friend replies “drop the gun or i will slit his throat!”, the guy lowers his gun and my friend eases up on the other guy.

My other friend stands up and comes over to me and asks if im ok, i hear a bang, and my friends shirt starts turning red.

His eys glaze over and looks me in the eye before falling over.

I launch myself at the guy with the gun, taking him off his feet and start beating the living s*** out of him, i dont know how long i was punching him, but all i know is when i got up, his face was a bloody mess and he wasnt moving. I run over to my friend and the blood is pouring out of the wound near his stomach.

My other friend got up and called 911.

The ambulance got there and they loaded him up on a stretcher into the back of the ambulance.

That is the night my best friend was shot.

He is doing just fine, a gnarly scar.