Blinded

This wasn't good...Not at all, she ran down the hall still with the feeling of ice cold blood dripping down her face mixing with the sweat for how nervous and scared she was. Her feet were bare as the floors were wooden, picking up every splinter or so from the uneven wood.
She sensed his presence getting closer and closer, as she heard the door opening his breathing was in ear shot. She ran in to the nearest closet slamming the door and locking it, As the mans shadow walked past the closet she felt his eyes starring her down, The closet doors rattled and she whimpered silently trying not to blow her cover. Tears running down her face with the bloody mixture, the closet doors suddenly stopped moving, the room grew silent as only her breathing could be heard...
Foot steps could be heard as if he were backing up, she heard the air being sliced with his fist. Punching his hand through the door roughly creating a hole...She yelped grabbing a peice of sharp glass holding it close to her as a defense weapon. The closet door was soon broken and both doors opened. Her eyes flashed white...was it over?...