It's all his fault

I absolutely hate being home alone at night. I hate being home with my brother at night. Lets face it, he is worthless. All he does is sit in our basement and play Xbox live with his friends, and never hears me screaming his name. I have never liked staying home alone at night. When I was little my brother was extremely curious as to what would happen if our house caught on fire or if we were robbed, he is a strange one. I never really wanted to think about that stuff because, unlike him, it would stick with me for a long time. We have a glass storm door and I sprint in front of it and up the stairs to my room at night. I am a little paranoid. It also doesn't help that when we lived in our old house on Pepperhill, my bed room was on the corner and I had one window that looked over the driveway and the other into our backyard, well the side of our house, but at night it was really scary. So, when we moved I went for the bedroom in the back corner of our house. I have one window that over looks our backyard and my blinds are almost always closed. Also, whenever I let our dogs out at night, I do not stand in the doorway because if someone were to shoot at me, I wouldn't be in a direct line of fire. I watch a lot of Law and Order SVU and I don't know if that plays in to this or not. I mainly blame my brother because if he had not asked about every single night what to do if there was a fire or if we were robbed, I wouldn't be paranoid about this stuff.