When I was three years old, my twin brother got shot dead infront of me while I was walking home, I keep having nightmares and flashbacks to that event. I suffer from survivor’s guilt, everytime I turn around the corner of a corridor I’m scared to find myself facing the person who killed my brother with a gun pointing at me. I have pictures in my room of my brother and everytime I look st them I can’t help but feeling guilty, for not saving him, although I was small. I’m thirteen years old now, I’ve met a boy who I really love, he knows I love him but he doesn’t seem to care, I’m scared I could loose him too. Has anyone passed what I have passed, am I the only one with this situation?