I was home alone, sitting on my bed reading a book when I heard a crash downstairs. I sat up and walked to my door and listened. For a short period of time I heard nothing, but then there was the sound of crunching glass. The crunching turned to heavy footsteps, the footsteps started to get farther away. It sounded like they were in the kitchen. There was a bit of quiet noise, but not too much.

My heart was racing a million miles a second. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run to my window and shout for help, I wanted to move, but I couldn’t. The footsteps started towards the hallway. Then up the stairs, my breathing became heavy, tears ran down my cheeks.

My door was the first in the hallway, and I was just sitting on my bed holding a book in my hands. The sound got closer and closer till it was right outside my door. I held my breath as the knob on my door moved. It turned and opened, the hinges creaking as the door was opened slowly.

And there was the intruder, a man, about six feet tall, with dark brown hair, and green eyes. Hatred filled those eyes as he saw me, and I knew at that moment I knew who he was, it was Connor. He was a boy from my school who hated me with a burning passion. I dated him as a joke and dumped him in a humiliating way in front of the whole school. I regretted it and I could never take it back. And then he started fallowing me, stalking. It stopped so I let it go, but there he was, standing in front of me.

                “What do you want Connor?” I asked.

                “To end your life, you ruined a good chunk of my life, so I’m going to ruin yours.” He smiled and pulled out a handgun, pointing it at me.

                “What?” I whispered.

                “You heard me, I’m here to kill you.”

                “Please, please, you don’t have to do this!” I begged.

                “Yes I do.” He smiled and pulled the trigger.

                The last thing I ever saw were those green eyes, eyes filled with hate and disgust, my killers eyes.