Extend the Story - Add a Room

you touch the handle of the car door and the window shatters sending glass shards into your face cutting as they enter your skin sending a splash of your blood all over the car. you stop for millisecond until you power through the pain and enter the car driving away constantly whipping your face to keep blood out of your eyes. theres know point in driving if you can't see. you get home the policy stupid enough to belief they had shoot and killed you in the dark. you watch the news as to figure out where you had went wrong in the assassination while you hold a mirror picking out glass and sewing up your face. you hear the phone ringing.

go to sleep