My mother walks in and I panic. Then she sees it. She freezes, terrified. I say sheepishly “I can explain…” it’s too late. She lunges at me like a wolf lunges at a deer. She grabs at my hair and pinch’s my skin. She screams “How could you?! Why?!” I struggle to fight back. I mean, this is my mother. I could never hurt her. Family relation doesn’t seem to be stopping her from attacking me though. She finally tires down. By then I am bleeding, sobbing, and my head throbbing though my skull. She runs to the kitchen and I follow. The whole time I am screaming “Wait! No mom please, I can explain!” Then I see why she ran to the kitchen. She grabs a steak knife and clutches it in her fist. I panic and sprint for the door. I am screaming for my life but no one seems to hear me. I have no idea what to do. “I just need to get out of the house and then I will be safe.” I think to myself. I get to the door but it won’t open. I look through the peephole frantically to see if something is blocking it. My mother is running after me; the door is locked and I can’t unlock it. I see in the peephole that my dad just arrived. I am relieved and start screaming for help. He doesn’t respond so I scream louder. He can’t hear and I bang on the door but he doesn’t notice. My mother is gaining on me. Why isn’t my dad letting me out?! I look through the peephole again and see that he is fumbling with his keys. “HURRY UP DAD!” He looks away from his keys to pick up a call. My mother is 2 feet away now. I am doomed. I scream one last time “Hurry Dad!” Then I feel a sharp pain in my back and immediately fall to the ground. I can’t see anything and I am very cold. “Am I dying?” Then it all goes black.