My gun slid quickly across the wooden floor, coming to rest with a thump against a kitchen table leg. I looked around, scanning the room for something, anything that could have caused this to happen. But to be honest, it’s not that easy to look around when you’re lying face down on the floor and can’t get up.

I shifted myself, trying to get on to my side at least. With great effort I got my hands to where I could see them. Strangely enough, they were numb and yet, trembling. A sudden rushing sound of air told me that I hadn’t taken a breath in a while.

There was something behind me. Not being able to see, I wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it sounded an awful lot like a door opening. And then an unmistakeable sound. High heels on a wooden floor. A picture was forming in my head.

“I think I know what’s happening here”, my brain told me. If only I had listened.