I was sitting on my bed, sloppily drawing a flower the best I could. I had my music on, quietly. My mom was out of town for a few days. I didn't wanna go because I rarely have the house to myself. I'm not the type to really party, in fact, I look quite geeky. My mom knows I don't party, so she trusted me, not enough to leave without cameras though, just in case. I was ok with this, so I agreed on the terms and drove her to the airport, just to make sure I could wish her goodbye, little did I know that would be my last. I had finished the drawing of the flower and just started to do it again on another paper when I heard a window shatter downstairs. It was raining but not that hard, and definitely not hard enough to shatter a window. I panicked a little, knowing that no one was around, considering it was almost three in the morning.