When I was nine years old, my brother was almost shot. I was down in my basement watching TV when I heard a noise. BANG! My concentration on the TV was broken by the sudden noise. I muted the TV and listened for it again. A couple of seconds, I unmuted the TV and started submerging myself back into the brightly colored show. Random loud noises weren’t a strange occurrence in my house of six, so I brushed it off as if one of my three siblings broke something, which they did often.
A few seconds later I hear my father shouting. This was something that we weren’t used to. Our father never yelled at us. Now I was questioning the origin of …show more content…
I guess that two of them started fighting or something because one guy chased another out the house with a gun yelling, ‘I’mma shoot you’. I think the guy who was running ran across our street and was next to the tree in the yard. The man with the gun shoot in the direction of the house and it went through the front door. Lucas was standing in front of the door, but the bullet was like an inch away from his arm.”
Taking in all this information I looked at my oldest sibling. He was holding his left arm gingerly, as if he was in pain. He told me that he had glass stuck in his arm. Apparently, he was standing close enough for fragments of our glass door to fly into his arm.
The police came later that night, and Lucas went to the hospital to get the glass removed. This is all I remember from an event that happened nearly ten years ago. From hearing the gunshot so up close, I have learned to tell the difference between gunshots and fireworks by listening to the distinct echo of