The one thing that still really bothers me and brings me back,

I can't see on TV anybody getting their throat cut.

When I see that on television, it just almost paralyzes me.

It was a bright, sunny evening in a suburb of Chicago. I was working at a shopping mall.

I was 17 years old, and I had just graduated from high school.

I was excited to go to a graduation party, so I had asked my boss if I could get off of work early.

And where we had to park was a lot that was the employee lot across the street.

And I had a CD in my hand as I'm singing out loud.

And as I'm walking, I almost felt like there was somebody behind me.

And I stopped and I turned around, in about 10 or 15 feet, there was somebody that was following me.

And I glanced around and there was nobody else in the parking lot.

And a lot of my gut instinct told me to run, to get away.

But I didn't listen.

And I walked towards my car and I put my key into the lock

and all of a sudden the shadow came up to my left

and I was grabbed from behind

and there was a knife press at my throat.

I offered him the money that was in my purse

and he said it's not your money that I want.

And those words just made my stomach drop.

I was so scared, and his car was parked just a couple of steps away from mine.

And with the knife still held at my throat, he threw me into his car.

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