Anonymous
The dim light from outside the window seeped through the slots of the closet door. I stifled my breath and held back the tears that burned my face. Heavy footsteps were heard on the other side if the door. He looked for me, his next target. Tears blinded me as he passed into my room, his gun reflecting the light. I pressed my back against the wall, letting the coats and jackets conceal me. The door opened in a flash then...
