Shattered Glass | A Short Story [EDITED]

The Shattering [Ch. 1]

'Craaaaaaaack!'

I sat up quickly with a deep exhale. I could never get any good sleep anymore.

What time is it? How much sleep did I get this time?

'Smaaaaaaaash!'

Was that glass?

'Thump, thump, thump.'

Oh my go—

'STOMP, STOMP STOMP!'

Someone broke into my home.

I'm gonna die.

I pulled my covers over my head and went deadly silent, trying to come up with an option that didn't involve me being injured—or worse.

I could call the police?

No, I forgot my phone downstairs after talking with Shelby.

I'm gonna die.

This is such a lame way to go out.

I might have a baseball bat from eighth grade softball?

Yeah, yeah I do.

I could use it if they somehow get up here.

Unless they have a gun.

It's either the bat or jumping from my second story window onto the pavement.

Nobody wants to pull a Natasha Jumpinoff.

I think bullet wounds are more survivable than being squashed onto the pavement.

Bat it is.

It's either in one of my closets or under my bed or—

'Clunk, clunk, clunk!'

I'll check my bedroom closet first.

I slowly get out from under the covers and slide out of bed like the ninja I truly am.

I start to tiptoe to my closet when I hear the intruder rummaging through some of my drawers downstairs.

I hope they don't find my $10 lottery ticket. I need to pay my d̶r̶u̶g̶ d̶e̶a̶l̶e̶r̶  mom back for buying me some . . . bread?

I lightly twist the knob and reach my hand over to flip on the lights so I can see if it's in here.

When the lights flicker on finally, I move some clothes out of the way, looking for the small metal bat.

After looking for a couple of minutes I knew I placed it elsewhere.

I decided to make my way back to my bed and look under it.

I made it back across the room to my bed and flipped on the lamp so I could see under it. I crouched down to the floor to look for my bat.

There was boxes, makeup bags, skates, and even a basketball, but there was no bat to be seen in the dim light that was radiating from the lamp.

'Clack, clack, clack!'

Oh shit.

Maybe it's in the hall closet?

I started to make my way towards my bedroom door before quietly manifesting that I'd be okay and he wouldn't go up the stairs while I was in the hallway.

I cracked open my bedroom door, making sure the coast was clear before high tailing it to the hall closet.

Once I had made my way completely over there, I quietly opened it in search of my bat.

I moved all of the coats and hangers aside to find one of the only thing that meant anything to me at the current moment (not including my survival).

My bat.

I snatched my bat out of the corner but not before hearing the doorknob to the stairs jingle.

They're trying to come up here.

That's not good.

That's bad.

That's like really bad.

Really bad.