• Alice's POV

I woke up to the sound of glass being broken. I looked over at my alarm clock, it was 2:17 in the morning. I heard someone rummaging through things downstairs, so I quickly got out of bed and put on some sweatpants and a tanktop. I went over and took one of my old softball bats out of my closet. I went over to the door, bat in hand, ready to strike whomever it was that was coming up the stairs. My door was kicked open, and I fell over, the bat sliding away from me. I looked up to find a burly looking man wearing a black ski mask and cargo pants. He looked to be about six feet tall, and was pretty well built. He looked down at me and snickered before kicking me in the ribs, and scooting me aside with his foot. I wailed in pain as I felt a sudden burst of agony where three of my ribs had just broken. "Shut up!" The man ordered me in a gruff voice. I reached for my phone to call the police, but, too late, he turned around and saw me. He quickly snatched my phone away and threw it at the wall across from me. After he finished going through the rest of my things, selecting the most expensive ones to take, he finally turned to me and said, "How would you like for things to get heated in here?" I looked at him, horrified, and he just laughed. He pulled out a lighter, and walked over to the curtained windows. Just then I realized what he meant by things getting "heated". Before I could try to say anything, he brought the lighter up to the curtains and set them ablaze.

The last thing I remember before I blacked out was a door slamming, someone picking me up, and sirens breaking the night silence.

Notes

Thanks for reading!! Sorry it's so crappy, I'm still rather new with putting things 'out there'. Trust me though, it'll get better as I go on. I just needed to get a basic idea of what I want the story to be about. So, with that being said, I hope you'll enjoy reading this story as much as I'm going to enjoy writing it!

~Amanda