Things just seem to keep getting worse and worse every ****ing day!

My bro. is now in the hospital. I got to my Junior High School this morning, and on my way to the first class, the principal stopped me and said there is a phone call in the office for me from my mom. I went to go answer it and here is our conversation:

Me: "Hello?"
Mom: "Come home...we need to go see your brother at the hospital...his school called today..."
Me: "What? Why? What happened? Is he ok?"
Mom: "I'm not really sure. His teacher told me that while they were in the middle of **** these two mexicans came into the ****room and shot him. His teacher also said they yelled something before shooting him...he's not sure, but he said it sounded like 'We waited, but you still didn't pay up'.
Me: "Oh my god..."
Mom: "What?"
Me: "He told me not to tell you, but...he was in trouble with the Mexicans...he told me not to tell you because he's always having troubles with the Mexican and Jamaican gangs and money problems and you and dad were always getting sick of it and always tried to help him out...he wanted to take care of this on his own."
Mom: "We always tried to help him because we didn't want anything to happen to him. But now that he didn't tell us about this, he is in the hospital."
Me: "Ok, well, I'm gonna head home now."
Mom: "Ok, be careful. Bye."
Me: "Ok, bye."

And then I hung up. And what makes things worse is on my way home, I seen about 7 Mexicans hangin' around a drug store.

And to make it even worse, when I got home, me and my mom and dad left to go to the hospital, and on our way there, this black car passed by us with 4 Mexicans in it with Uzi's and they were heading to the hospital. When me and my parants got there, we didn't see those Mexicans, though.

Well, I just hope those Mexicans don't plan on going to the hospital and killing my brother.