One Saterday night I waked to my door because I heard a knock. I never thought it would be a boy with blood all over him. So I took him to the emergency room. They asked is u had any relation with the boy. I said no. I told the doctor that he had came to my house looking like this so I took him here. They said they would have to keep him here for a while so I went home and couldn’t sleep because of it. The very next day they told me his name. His name was Brayden. They said that there was a finger print on the bullet. They said that the person that had did it was his brother Timmy. A few days later they said he could come home. I wasn’t going to let him go back home so I told him he could crash at my place for a while.