One Last Chance

I could feel my blood rushing and my breath quickening. I snuck towards the door as quietly as I could. 5 feet, 4 feet. I could almost reach the knob. Then a force, so strong, so quick, it sent me flying across the room onto a table stand, knocking over a vase. He stomped closer as I struggled to get up. He yanked me up. He was going to sink his big, bulging fist into my face, but I was too quick, and stabbed him in the forehead with a piece of the broken vase. I sprinted for the door, trying desperately to get out of there. Away from him. I made it outside. Then, a pop broke the silence of the late evening air. Everything went black and I woke up sweating, tears falling down my cheeks.