One night back in merry ole' London, my life was changed forever. It was like any other night. Got ready for work, ate with Tom, then I went to work at a little pub. Of course, I would have the night shift. London at night is simply not safe, even for natives. Well, one night as I was heading home, I saw some manic looking men standing by this hotel. One of them had a gun. I picked up my pace a bit as I walked past them to the Underground station. They started makeng lewd remarks at me, saying that they wanted to fuck me. I started to run, but it was a bit too late. The sound of the gun tore through my heart as the bullet tore through my stomach. Everything went black as I fell to the ground. My aunt told me when I woke up in the hospital, that a Harrods department store employee found me. If I had been left even five more minutes, I would have died. I am now in Yorkshire, with no plans to immediately return to London. I will never forget the pain that surged through me. I had to talk to the police about that night, and they are doing their best to catch and punish the man that did this to me. I am so glad to be alive.

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