The Truth Behind My Eyes

Havoc At Home

I checked the time on my phone, 2:26 AM. Did my mom wake up and discover my absence? Seems so. She's the only person who would go to the fullest extent of calling the cops with no real information. It's her way of keeping me safe I guess, but dear God it's annoying.
At the front door in the house stood my mom and two officers. One of the police men looked about 6'1, my height, and the other was 5'10-ish. The taller one was named Lukas Florren and the shorter cop was named Jess Dexton. I didn't care to see all there features, nor did I care at all. It was the first and hopefully last time I would see them.
"Sir? Young man?" Jess was trying to get my attention, so of coarse my mom, Kassandra Mathews, got involved.
"Jason Allon Mathews!" Not in a happy mood for me clearly with the sharp call for me. I turned around to respond and get this crap done.
"What the hell do you all want? I'm home, I'm safe, and I left to free my mind. There, all your questions are answered, now leave my home." I stormed upstairs. I wanted to be alone.
Officer Lukas tried to help Jess and Kassandra. "We still have questions so-"
"So what? More harrassment?" I was pissed. These guys are why I hate cops. "I wasn't stolen, I'm safe, it's over. Leave!" I continued my charge into my room and slammed the door. Locking the door, I piled boxes in front of it to make sure it stayed shut.

Pictures of my mom and my dad sat on the dresser against the wall to the right while the king sized bed was right against the wall furthest of my door. The walls were colored in a dark violet. Friends of mine teased of the girly color, but black makes me feel to claustrophobic and concealed like a letter in an envelope.
Candles lined in a row on the window sill on the back wall along with suveneers of cities I had lived in. One of which was Seattle. It was best known for its towering space needle. The small, five inch high bronze statue of the skyscraper stands right in the middle of the clustered winder sill. Visiting my bookshelf that stood to the back right corner, I scanned through the selection. The House Of Dark Shadows catches my eye every time. Robert Lipaluro had added five more books to the series, but the first one catches my eye every time.
A circular photo stood atop the bookcase filled of thriller, horror, and yes, romantic novels when I am bored. I'm not the type to read the romantic books for all the sexual scenes; however, the bond between the characters that build up is interesting to me. Always starting with an insult, sarcastic attitude or a guy caught in the guilty act of staring where they shouldn't. Those are usually known to have a comedic mix throughout the book from just that kind of introduction.
There wasn't much more to my room. I figured that it was a good idea to get some sleep. It was already 3:04 AM which means I won't get much sleep before school. My bed engulfed my body when I rested on it. It was a strange feeling, but not a bad one. I began to relax when suddenly, something hit my window. Hard. I got up and looked.
The window had a long crack from corner to corner. "Damnit!" I looked out the window to see some guys from my school who clearly chose that an early, Friday morning was a perfect time to piss me off.
Choosing to ignore it out of knowing that sleep is important, I rested.