Suddenly the window shattered sending glass everywhere. So many things happened at once. Jared wrapped his arms around me and turned away from the door, protecting me from flying glass, my parents came rushing in shouting and yelling. My dad went running into the yard looking for intruders and my mom called 911. I was in a state of shock. I didn’t know if that really just happened or if it was a dream. Jared led me out of my room into the living room, and sat me down on the couch. We sat there for a while in silence, or long enough for our house to be filled with cops and medics. My mom was worried we were hurt. Except for a few scratches we were fine, nothing serious, but the medics kept asking if I was ok. Do you have a headache? Did you get hit on the head? Is there glass stuck in any cuts? Do you need pain killers? Do you want to go to the hospital? I began ignoring the questions and laid down on the couch. I rested my head on Jared’s leg and fell asleep.