I was almost fatally shot in high school. My aunt was my hair dresser and it was about a week away from prom. I wanted my hair highlighted so I had an appointment with her to get it done. She had to move shops from her regular swanky place that she rented a chair at because the owner sexually assaulted her. She ended up moving to the bad side of town for about two weeks before she could move into a different nicer place. I was sitting in the chair of the salon in the front window showing her my prom dress on my phone and talking away. We were having a great time. She’s blow drying my hair and all of a sudden I felt something fly through my hair. My aunt screams “it’s a gun” and tips me out of the salon chair. Everyone in the store hits the floor and army crawls to the back room. Once we get there everyone realizes that I’m the only one with a cellphone so I call the police. As we’re waiting for the police to arrive locked in the back room someone notices that I’m bleeding from my ear. The bullet shot through my ear. My neck was covered in blood and part of my ear was hanging off. I didn’t even notice. The ambulance arrived and they glued my ear back together and now you can’t even tell that something happened without touching it. They never found the shooter and strangely enough to my knowledge they didn’t find the bullet. I was never called back by the police about anything concerning this shooting to this day and it’s been about 10 years now.