Staring at the cracked glass slowly drop to the ground as if it was little drops of water. Looking at the now shimmering ground to see nothing but that. Why did it break? Well that's a story. See I was standing in a corner which seemed like it was a thousand years. I turn just in time to miss a bullet right next to my head. The shining silver bullet goes through the window and that's how the window broke. But the question in trying to figure out who shot the bullet.
Who thats all my mind is circling around while I run in and out of rooms to find the culprit. Then in fear I stop do I really want to find them he or she could still want to get me. I go back into the dark room with the raindrop like glass on the floor. eyes feel like they have weights pull them down. I slowly fall asleep next to the many broken pieces of glass. Until I heard another gun shot.
