I was in probably 1st grade and asleep, when I woke up. There were loud noises coming from the garage. When I got up I saw that my parents weren't in their room. I went to the living room, there I saw everyone. My windows weren't open but my family got me out of the way so I wouldn't be seen. I didn't understand what was going on and still don't. The adults were checking the cameras and I saw a little glimpse of people, they kinda looked like teens but they were holding guns and shooting at my garage, why my garage? There was no one there. But a while later the police came by and they took the kids in, including my uncle. I didn't understand why my uncle had to go but I couldn't do anything about it. I started to panic and my palms were sweaty, what if I had lost everyone i loved, I mean my uncle did go to jail. We were never really close but he sent me a drawing and not gonna lie its probably what inspired me to draw and paint. I was always easily creeped out by men who seemed suspicious around my house, once I saw a man who saw my dad parking into my house and the guy started to text someone I didn't say much but I felt uncomfortable and for a bit I felt like it was the teenager from years ago. I don't remember what happened the day everything went down but I do remember everything I said here.
Does anyone even read these stories..?
