Mistakes are there to get made

I sat on the bed trying to figure out the situation. So it was past twelve and there was some stranger on my window. Probably a robber who must be carrying guns or knives. I was alone in the house with nothing to defend myself.

So yeah, what a great night indeed.

I got off the bed slowly. I didn't wanted to alarm the robber. And why was he even here? There was nothing precious in my house? I accidently left my phone downstairs. Another happy turn!

I groaned...

I thought that maybe I should go downstairs and get my phone. Then I could call the cops or maybe I could just call my neighbors. They could also come to my rescue.

But what if the sound of my footsteps alerted the robber and he tried to kill me. The ribber was trying to get in through the window. I grabbed the vase because it was the only thing I could defend me with. I hid behind the curtains.

I snapped my eyes shut. I was so not meant for fights. I was scared how will I defend myself. When I was a kid my dad always insisted