the beginning of me little story story

I had looked around before i felt in the middle of the living room. I was bleeding. My suit was covered in blood and it was really difficult to breathe.

''Brother, are you at home?'' a girl shouted from the top 

''It is fantastic, because my sister will help me'' I thought. 

She was coming down the stairs.

  ''Stop, there is no sister in my house. I live alone'' I looked around again. "It was not my house. I must have been confused with the houses''. 

She was coming towards me. 

 my wounds were  too deep for me to treat. I couldn't get up right then. it seemed as if i was in trouble again. She was standing at the door. I was trying to stand up, leaning against the bedside table.

 "Such a pretty girl is meeting me. Today i am the luckiest man on the planet"   that was  the smartest thing i could say

what do you think about writing in English?

Do you like the begging?