I calmly sat on my rooftop, watching as a tornado swept up my town. Any normal person would have panicked, prayed, cried, or screamed. I did not, because this had happened to me many times before, and there was no use trying to change it. I watched the whirlwind move closer, threatening to swallow anything that dared to come too close. I closed my eyes, covering my ears as the roaring sound got louder and louder,before I felt myself being lifted off the ground. Soon, I made the mistake of opening my eyes. They sky was practically black, the remains of houses and buildings swirled around, and any attempt people made to scream was drowned out by the howling of the wind blowing across my ears. I felt a bit small, like a pebble in an ocean, or a grain of sand on the beach. I hated not feeling in control, and disorganized. You'd think that would motivate me to spend more time on studying and cleaning, but you'd be wrong. I was suddenly ripped from thoughts as I felt something slam into the back of my head. Pain quickly followed, and I bit the side of my mouth, trying to distract myself from it. I saw a flash of someone in a dark blue sweatshirt and a ponytail weaving between buildings, appearing to be trying to escape their unchangeable death. That made me almost laugh, because I had done that exact thing once. But you can only escape death so long. They were the last thing I saw before the world went blurry, then pitch black.

When I woke up, the sun shone through my so-called 'blackout curtains'. I rolled over on my side, mumbling about how my head hurt, which I suppose is expected. I laid there for a few more minutes before reaching for my phone, and watching the screen light up as I tapped it.

There, in bold letters, read the words,"Friday, February 13."

I yawned, raising my eyebrows a bit in confusion. The reset usually only caused me to go back 3 or 4 days at most, but I supposed it was just luck this time. I continued staring at the ceiling, observing the popcorn bumps, the texture of the paint, they way the light reflected off the mirror and the sound of the leaves rustling and the low rumbling of cars passing by. After a while I sighed, realizing I wouldn't fall asleep anytime soon. I  crawled out of bed, reluctantly changing into a gray tank top and black sweatpants. It seemed counterproductive; wearing sweatpants and then a spaghetti-strap shirt. Was I trying to stay cold or warm?

I didn't think much of anything for a while, playing mindlessly on my phone, tapping away. It seemed almost peaceful. I was dozing off, when I heard a loud crash, and the piercing sound of glass shattering. I practically jumped out of my chair, and started racing down the stairs until a came to an abrupt stop and thought of reasonable explanations for the noises. Maybe a kid had broken the window playing baseball? No, that only happened in stories teaching us to behave. Perhaps a vase had fallen over? Yes, that happened, probably. Either way, it wasn't a smart idea to run into what could have shards waiting to cut through my bare feet. However, I didn't get much further down the stairs because I heard shouting in an familiar language, and those voices certainly did not belong to children. They spoke in Spanish, and I would have admired how they could roll their r's, if I hadn't been in a potentially-life-threatening situation.

This hadn't happened before. I should have realized that the moment the window shattered, or the sun shone a bit brighter in the morning.

And now, I definitely should have noticed, because I saw two strangers in my living room, holding guns, in black.

I dropped the book I had subconsciously carried, and everything went silent. I stared in a mixture of fear and amazement.

I admit, I was scared. But that didn't stop me from saying in a slightly shaky, (although I tried to hide it) voice, saying,

"How the hell crazy morons break through bloody glass? I mean, I know it's glass, but it should be a bit more dura-"

I was cut of by the sharp sound of a gunshot near my head, a warning of some sort.

I was completely, and utterly, screwed. Darn it.

I would have never imagined I'd be in this position. Being robbed, I mean. Or trapped in this world without the escape of death.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, and set it on the counter, moving slowly. The tallest still held their gun up, their fingers resting on the trigger, ready to fire at the slightest sign of hesitation. I responded to this by raising my hands in the air above my head.

"Tú dinero.", The other spoke quickly.

I simply nodded. Although I wasn't entirely fluent in the language I could tell what they meant. I walked over to my desk, and their eyes followed me, making sure I wasn't about to call for help somehow. Once I had basically slammed the door open, I fumbled around in the drawer, scanning for any bit of cash I had.

The taller of the two thieves had short brown hair, only reaching down a bit past their ears. They wore a black t-shirt, with a magenta flower printed on it.

I found their attire a bit strange, but I personally had never stolen anything, so who was I to judge?

The other thief looked more masculine, with dyed baby-blue hair. They wore a patterned long sleeved jacket, with black and blue triangles scattered around on an off-white base.

I found a total of about 220.1 USD, and slid it across the counter towards both. They seemed somehow confused by it in a way, but the tallest shoved in their pocket despite it. After a quick exchange of whispers between each other, the patterned-shirt man grabbed a pan from one of my shelves and slammed it into my head. It was so sudden, I wasn't sure what had happened until a few seconds before I blacked out.

It was only for a few minutes, but when I woke up they had left. Any evidence they had been here was only a broken window and a bent frying-pan, if you didn't count the bruise on my head.

What was with things crashing into my head?

I reached for a bottle of pain-killers in my cabinet, only to find I had none left. It looked like I'd have to wait this one out. When I was done mumbling curses about what had happened, I noticed it had begun to rain. Seeing the droplets fly down into my the room where the glass had shattered made me feel frustrated and, in a way, a bit anxious. What if I had read the date wrong? Was the hurricane today? I decided to ignore these thoughts temporarily, and focused on sweeping up the shards of glass. Once I had finished, I came up with a brilliant plan to fix the hole in my window-

I'd just tape plastic over it! After all, it was clear anyways, and it would last for at least a few hours if I did it well.

The rain continued to pour, and the skies grew darker. Still, I brushed this off as the sun falling down.

You're probably thinking, why didn't I call the cops? If that money had any worth to me, I would have done so. But it wouldn't be worth the trouble to get it back, anyways.

We'd all be dead by the time I would get it back.

I shifted uncomfortably a bit at that thought. Lately, it was one of my goals to be thinking less negatively. But it was true, was it not?