Arnold Stevenson was on his way home but there was something different about this night. He just had this feeling that something was going to happen that was going to the change his life forever. Arnold was a semi retired gentleman who was single and in his 50s. He had done well financially which had allowed him to retire early, but after a year of retirement he was starting to grow restless and decided to get a part time job as a dishwasher at a local restaurant. For Arnold, he was never entirely comfortable walking home at 2 a.m. The area that was once so safe and clean was now dangerous and dirty. Shady characters with little to no scruples stalked the streets.
Then one night Arnold felt that he was being followed. This same sensation haunted him for the next two nights but everytime he looked back over his shoulder there was no one there. The next night he was cautiously making his way home when a man with a hockey mask over his head stepped in front of him and held a gun to his chest and grunted, "We're going to an ATM and you're going to empty your account."
Arnold complied and the two men walked down the empty streets half a block to an ATM. Hands shaking, Arnold placed his card into the slot and told the robber that he only had a maximum withdrawal of 100 dollars per day. This angered the robber who accused him of lying. But he was telling the truth and despite several attempts the robber was unable to withdraw anymore than 100 dollars.
Then for no reason, save sadism, the robber pulled the trigger on his gun, wedging a bullet in Arnold's back. The robber ran and Arnold stumbled out of the bank and into the sidewalk moaning for help. People saw him lying there with foaming blood frothing from his mouth, but nobody would help. Bystanders ran for cover, some turned around and walked away, others crossed to the other side of the street. Finally a drunk homeless man grabbed Arnold's wallet and called for an ambulance. Miraculously Arnold survived the attack.
After three operations and two months in the hospital Arnold was released but his mental condition deteriorated rapidly. Nightmares, flashbacks and agitation haunted him every minute. He was given medication that didn't work, but seemed to increase his dysfunction. A month later he moved to a different city. But even in the new city everytime he walked down the street he looked over his shoulder and every time someone in a crowd bumped into his back he freaked on the person who did it. Over time Arnold sensed that there was something wrong with his brain in a physical manner. He then went in for a cat scan on his brain and the doctor called him when the results came in.
Arnold and his doctor looked at the images of his brain which showed scarring. The doctor spoke, "The scars from the bullet entry and the operation will heal over time. But you see these scars here on your brain. Those are emotional scars from the incident and those won't go away."