Haunted by death

Darkness had almost swallowed me whole. I was cold, tired and wanted to go home, even if the only thing that I was coming home to was my drunk and drugged mother.
I picked up the shard of metal next to me as I rose to my feet to get ready to start back to the party. I had been out for a while and I was really dizzy.
I marched back toward the music when a twig snapped behind me. I turned and seen a man. He was still and it was too dark to see anything but his figure. Suddenly he was coming at me. He had just about reach me when I shoved the shard into him. He cried out and his blood covered my hands. I ran.