So this story started a while ago and the dust finally settled and I'm slowly getting over what I've done. So for context me and my 3 brothers did live together. That was until 2 years ago when one was killed in a home invasion. Lovely tragedy right in our house that left me traumatized for life. As if that wasn't bad enough a year ago the other one died because of me. I was at the point where I was getting over my first brother's death and had finally started opening the windows in our house again. Its also important to know that since the home invasion I kept a gun in just about every single room in the house. Anyway it was a warm summer evening and I was asleep in bed and it was dark out and I had the window open. My brother apparently locked himself out of the house after coming back from a late night party and decided to climb in my bedroom window. Imagine my surprise when I wake up to hear scuffling and a black figure climbing in my bedroom window . I didn't know this right away but he apparently had headphones in and didn't hear me scream and in a panic I pulled out my colt 45 and shot him twice. He screamed in pain and fell to the floor and I ran out of the room and called 911 still not realizing it was my brother. When the police arrived and told me the identity of the person I shot I died inside immediately. To make a long story short I did go to jail briefly and was completely dead inside the whole time barely eating or anything. At court the charges were dismissed and it was deemed a terrible accident but I wasn't allowed to own firearms anymore which is fine with me . We did have security cameras all over the house installed after the original home invasion which proved what happened was an accident. I just don't understand why my brother didn't call me to unlock the door or anything I mean I literally had a landline next to my bed that would've woke me up. Anyway I'm still dead inside and now back to square one with my grief and I'm currently packing and moving out of this cursed house because I don't want to live in a house that's had 3 people die in it (this house belonged to my uncle before me and he died in my bedroom as well from alcoholism)