h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Hey, guys.
I've gotta few things weighing on my mind recently. They all stem from the burglary of my house that happened the Thursday before Halloween. Here's what happened:
Around 9:30 in the morning that day, a guy knocked on my door. Joe had already gone to work. This guy asked if someone lived at my home who didn't. I don't remember the name - I figured he was looking for the house behind us at the end of this dead end street, since those people just moved in a while ago. I left about 15 minutes later for an eye doctor's appointment. I came back about 15 minutes after that because I had forgotten my money for the exam. I left my truck running because I was just gonna run inside to grab my money and leave again. When I got out of my truck, I noticed that my door was opened. I knew I'd closed and locked it. (This is the dumb-as-doornails part.) I pushed open the door, without going inside, and shouted, "Who the f**k's in my house?!" I saw the barrel of the gun go through my kitchen doorway first, followed by the guy who was holding it. The same one who had knocked on my door earlier. I backed up to my truck and considered jumping inside, but I wasn't absolutely positive I could get in, shut the door, put it in gear, roll up the window (that seemed an important thing at the time), and drive off before he could shoot me. He asked me if I had any more money, then he told me, "I need you to turn off your truck and come on inside with me." I just looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language. He repeated all that and I finally reached in my truck and turned it off. I grabbed my keys and wallet (still not entirely sure why) and turned around and ran towards my neighbor's house. I didn't look back - didn't want to see him run after me or point that gun and shoot at me. I can only assume he ran away when I did because he wasn't in there when the police arrived. Thank goodness my neighbors were home! And thank the dieties that I live only a few blocks from the police station. Within minutes, there were 9 cop cars in my driveway and on the road around my house. And another 6 or 8 driving around the neighborhood. They didn't catch him that day. I've never been so scared in my entire life.
He ran off with almost $500 and Joe's shotgun. He was caught about three weeks after the crime. His name is Vincent Mitchell and he's 16 years old, a student at the high school I live just down the road from. He skipped school that day to rob two houses, including mine. He was working with 3 other boys doing a string of robberies in my area, though he was the only one in my house. I went to the bond hearing for this boy; Joe and my father came with me. He has a $50000 bond on him. Although he only has to post 10% in order to be released until his trial, I don't think he'll be able to make that anytime soon. Until he can, he'll rot in jail (hopefully, with a big burly roommate named Buttercup who'll teach him just how nice and close one can get in jail). He will be tried as an adult, on several charges: one count of 1st degree burglary, one count of attempted armed robbery, one count of attempted kidnapping, and one count of petit larceny (because the value of the things he stole was under the amount needed to declare it grand larceny).
I know he's in jail and there's not a darn thing he can do to me. And I know that Joe has lived in this house for 6 years and nothing like this has happened. But, I am scared to be in my house alone. Every time I try, I get tense and start at every noise. I drains me like nothing else, the effort of staying in this house alone does. When anyone is here with me, it's not a problem. I sleep fine as long as Joe is home. Everyone keeps telling me that I need to seek counseling and I keep hoping that I'll get over it.
Ah, well.
Take care, all you people. I'm going to bed.