On the morning of the shooting, September 8, I was asleep with my parents in their room. I was sleeping on the side of the bed by the entrance door to the room, which was located directly across from the entrance to my bedroom. My mom was sleeping in the middle, and my dad was sleeping on the farthest side of the bed. I awoke to the sound of whispering voices in the hallway. The house was dark. The only illumination was the light in the hallway. I saw a man run swiftly down the steps and into my bedroom. I knew at that moment what was occurring; I knew who it was, and it was happening again. I kept silent and closed my eyes. Then gunshots rang out.