I lay on my bed trying to figure out how to lay, how do you look attractive when you lay down no matter what you do you look werid doing it. Like one angle you have 1000 rolls and the other look me werid. I hear the door open and I sit up. I sit faceing my door trying not to look like I've been waiting to long. My bedroom door slowly opens but its not my boyfriend standing there. Its a tall man wearing all black, he had tan skin and a mask over his face. My heart drops into my stomach I freeze. He walks over to me as I back up crawling into the corner of my bed. Before he reaches me a grab a lamp off my end table. I hit him as hard as I can. He falls to the floor with a thud.

I don't think he's dead. I run and put a robe on. Then I call the cops. Within minutes the police and jay is there. He holds me in his arms as i shake. Everything after is a blur, all I can remember is my parents calling me to be safer, blaming me for the fact that someone broke in. After they didn't care. Didn't even talk about it. For the next few weeks I stayed at Jason's only going home to get clothes.