I was sitting in the front seat, in and out of consciousness, when I smelled smoke. I was too dazed to figure out where it was coming from, but I knew something was on fire around me. I tried my best to move, but something was pinning down my legs, and the car looked like it was spinning, although it might just have been because of dizziness. I felt something wet dripping down my face and realized it was blood when I rubbed my hand over it.
It wasn't long before the front door of my car was literally ripped away from the body. A man wearing all black, a ski mask, and purple eye contacts fought to free my leg. I tried to fight my stalker but was too weak.
“Baby, the car is on fire. I have to get you out before it explodes,” he said, fighting to get my seat belt undone.
When he finally
