Holiday weekend.  What better thing to do than throw a party. And throw a party we did! The whole city of Richmond was in that tiny apartment. Things were going great. We were having a great time, our guests were having a great time, shots were everywhere, drinks and bottles filled the kitchen, DJ was awesome, even had a beer pong table. It was great. I remember looking at my phone and seeing that it was 2am. Me and my friend looked at each other and agreed that we should shut it down around 2:30, 3:00. I can’t remember why I went in the hallway. I probably got hot and went to cool off. I was out there for a few minutes, talking to people as they went back in. Then I heard this guy yelling at one of my friends. He was cursing at her, being disrespectful…he had to go. Another friend  of ours(a male) got us and everyone else back into the apartment while he would handle the disrespectful guy. Of course at this point, we were mad. We were drunk and some guy was causing a scene outside. I remember two guys in the party asking us what was wrong, and we had told them about the disrespectful guy. I can’t remember exactly what they said but it was around the lines as “we’ll handle him”. Immediately thinking of them starting a fight and ending our party early, me and my friend followed them to try to calm them down and bring them back inside. These next few moments are moments that I’ve re-lived since that day. They started fighting, and everyone got pushed around. I didn’t actually see a gun being pulled out, but when we heard gunshots, everybody ran. I remember running to the front door, because that was closest to me. I made it outside and was about to turn the corner and run down the street when something wrong  happened. My mind was saying “Dana, you’re almost safe, what are you doing?” but my body…my legs had slowly started to slide down to the floor. I remember saying “oh God, no” before completely hitting the ground. I looked around. Silence. No one to be seen. I screamed for help about 3 time before I decided to take matters into my own hands. I was laying on my back and I didn’t want to get up because I didn’t know if anything was broken. I knew I had gotten shot in the arm. As I was sliding down, I immediately lost feeling in my left arm. I looked and saw blood pouring out of what looked like  my shoulder. I moved my legs and calmed down. To me, it looked like I had a little flesh wound. I figured that when you get shot in a place, it’ll get numb so you won’t feel pain. This was my first time getting shot, so I assumed everything was normal. I started putting pressure on my wound. The a guy and a girl came out. The guy helped me with the pressure while the girl took my phone and called 911. On my phone, the 911 call was July 6 at 2:27am. I didn’t feel any pain. I kept my breathing stable and was calm through the whole thing. I was even making jokes in the ambulance lol.