Goodbye and Goodluck

The pantry door opened and he launched himself forward I heard a crashing noise as they fell to the floor. I put my head between my knees covering my ears and squeezing my eyes shut. Praying that I might live through tonight. Even through my covered ears I could hear the altercation going on outside the door. Banging and crashing as they slammed and rammed each other through out the kitchen, my mother's crystal falling and shattering all over the kitchen. Then a gunshot rang out. My head shot up, oh god, then a few more, oh god. Scarred I grabbed a can of the shelf and walked to the pantry doors, ready to throw the can at my capture and cause enough distraction for me to run away. I will not die tonight.