Bad vacation

Date: 6/22/2016

While my family and I were enjoying dinner in our vacation home we hear gun shots from the neighbors house. We look out the window and see the man who lives down the street walking across the yard. He must have at least 5 guns on him. The first thing my brother and I do is send my mom downstairs with the dogs and little one. There is a weird tunnel in the back of one of the basement closets that leads to an exit at the back of the yard. My brother runs upstairs as we hear the man bust down the door. I can hear him going through the rooms, checking closets, knocking things over. I hear him running up the stairs to the floor my brother is on. I hear a shot. I slowly walk up the stairs so the man won't hear me. I hide in a closet he's already checked. He walks right past me and heads to the master suite. I run to the room my brother is in, he's laying on the floor. He's not responding but he's still breathing so I know I have to get help. But then I hear the man coming back toward us. He must have heard me. I hide in the closet looking for anything I can use as a weapon. He stands over my brother and says "I thought I already killed you". Just as he is raising his gun to shoot my brother again I jump out of the closet. Kicked him behind the knee and made him fall to the floor. I jump on top of him and he shoots me in the stomach. Adrenaline must have kept me going because I hardly felt it as I repeatedly kept stabbing him in the face with a coat hanger. Finally he's not moving anymore. I try to check on my brother again but I'm too weak, I hear the police in the background as I pass out. Later I wake up in the hospital, my brother in the bed next to me, our mom and dad were there. I ask if everyone made it out okay. My parents hugged me and said yes everyone is safe, but they can't find my dog. I start balling and demanded that they let me out of the hospital. I went back to the house, police tape everywhere. I start calling for him, he's not coming. I get really worried, checking every room. Finally I find a walk in closet in the basement that is filled with stuffed animals. There's my puppy, shaking and covered in his own pee. He runs out and knocks me over, licking my face. My stitches rip open. Then I woke up with a horrible pain in my stomach where I had been shot...