Being Autistic, for me, means I have trouble paying attention to details. One day I got out of school and waited for my dad to pick me up. As I sat there, I played Pokemon Go on my phone and tablet. I was using two different accounts to maximize the amount of rewards I was getting on a daily basis.

I saw the dark color SUV pull up and stop in front of me. I quickly got up, gathered my stuff and walked towards it. I opened the back door and got in. As I was putting on my seat belt I heard him yell: “Get the fuck out of my car!”

I looked up in time to see an angry old man pointing a gun at me. Before I could react, I saw the flash then heard the bang and felt the heat. It felt like a sledge hammer had hit me on the chest.

I frantically pulled for the door handle and jumped out of the car as the old man emptied his gun into the void where I had been seating.

I rolled away from the vehicle as its tires squealed and started to speed away uncontrollably before crashing into a row of parked cars.

I laid there bleeding as the old man came out of his car, reloading his gun as he advanced towards me. I closed my eyes as I heard the shots.

This time I felt nothing as the barrage of bullets died down and I heard a distant thud strike the ground. I opened my eyes and saw a police officer standing over the old man, kicking the gun away from him.

I closed my eyes as warm blood continued pooling around me. I felt a slow creeping shiver as coldness started taking over my body.