So we left, as we were extremley tired.
On the way home, I clenched my new teddy bear and told Phil thanks for a super fun night.
"No problem! I love hanging out with you. This was really fun..." He said, and smiled at me.
I just smiled, and burried my face into my teddy bear. When I took it out, we stopped. Well we were right by our houses, but something weird was going on. I sensed it.
"What's up?" Phul asked.
"I don't know..something's not right." I said, walkign slowly onto my front porch. Phil tagged along behind me.
I tried to open the door. Locked. I knocked.
A big crash of glass went down. I hopped back, and tried to open it again. I heard Ozzy barking, but no people voices. Nothing but shattering glass, and barking.
I pounded the door, and Phil was already lifting my garage door up. When it was, we both bolted inside, and burst through the door.
"Ozzy!" I screamed. He was still barking. Another glass shattered. I tried to find it, and Phil helped me.
I saw my mom. She was breaking dishes, vases, cups..anything glass she could find. Her feet were raw with bloode. I ran to her.
"Mom! What are you doing!? Oh my god!" The floot was covered in glass. My shoes crunched it.
"Leave me be, Kacy!" She said, not looking up at me. Another dish broke.
"No! What the hell is wrong?" I said, pulling my arms around her. She came with me without a fight, tears swelled in her eyes.
"Mom...what's wrong?" I asked, sitting her down in a kitchen chair. Phil had some warm towels for her feet. I placed her feet in them, and hugged her. Where was dad?