It all started when my dad and mom left for their flight to Italy. Me and my brother were left at home, because it was their late honeymoon. Soon after, I was eating dinner and my brother was playing video games, someone had rang the doorbell. Suddenly, we both heard a window shatter nearby. We turned around and looked behind us, to see two men dressed in black with guns pointing straight at us. My brother left me by myself standing in front of them, while he went to find something to hurt them with. Then, they shot at me, my leg burning with pain, bleeding like a torrent. My brother had come back and hit them with glass bottles, but in the time I was down and when he was getting items, they had robbed us and took all our valuable items. I was shot and I was alone when it happened.