Hopeless Footsteps

The first thing I heard was shattered glass. It was coming from my kitchen, my family was in trouble. But my mom and dad already knew that. I was 13 when the insident happened, someone had broken into our house and was stealing most of my family's things. My mom and dad had rushed downstiars when they heard crash of the broken window. They had no way to protect themselves. I heard gunshots and my mom and dad yelling. Both of my parents died that night and I had no idea what would happen next in my journey.