Scary Morning

I'm yanked from a deep sleep by the sound of something shattering.

It's 0-Dark-Hundred in my room. It's dark outside, I can't see a thing. Something in the rest of the house woke me up.

The first thought through my head is "How can this be happening AGAIN?!" The second is "They are NOT getting away with it this time!" Well, there were a few more cusswords in those thoughts, but this is a website for everyone, so...

I'm out of bed in a heartbeat, discard the idea of taking my carbine (even high as a kite on adrenaline at God-Knows-What-Time in the morning, I still allow for the possibility of another explanation), and hold my open knife down by my leg. There's light coming under my door and I think "That's bloody bold of them." I open my door, see my dad a few feet ahead of me, hurrying down the hallway - now I know something's up.

I follow him out into the dining room, see my mom in the kitchen, see the time on the clock (6:07) , and everybody turns to look at me. I said "I heard something shatter."

My mom had dropped something - that was the noise I heard. I return to my room (I get up at 6:30) and go back to bed. Won't be going to sleep though: My hands are shaking.

I absolutely hate the idea of being party to violence.