Scene in my head. Story chapter?

I was running.

My heart was racing with suspense and exhaustion.

But I couldn't stop. I was about to get killed.

Since when was our neighbor a murderer?

I simply asked to borrow a bowl for my brother's graduation party.

And, yet, instead of a bowl, he grabs a knife.

Tells me he was waiting.

Waiting for his chance to kill somebody.

But why me?

Oh, my God. He's getting closer. I'm sprinting now, but not home.

Why am I running AWAY from home?

I don't even know what to think.

I look back.

He's practically on my feet.

I'm trying to scream, but no noise is coming out.

I try again. Nothing.

It's been, what, 20 minutes since I left my house? Shouldn't my parents be worried? He lives, like, 30 seconds away. But no. My parents don't give a crap. It's about my brother. Just like always. Maybe I can use this running as a way to let go all of my frustrations.

Let go of them before I die.

Before I know it, I'm crying. Bawling.

And I can't breathe.

But.... I'm speeding up.

I'm flying.

So quickly, I've lost sight of him.

I'm turning everywhere I can, flying like never before.

He's gone.

So I go home.

"Hey, honey. Did you get the bowl? Why are you out of breath?" my mom asks.

"They were all dirty. And don't worry about it," I replied.

She just nods her head.

Shouldn't parents be at least a little more concerned?

Not this one.

Like I said, it's all about my brother.

At least I'm safe. For now.

Sometimes, I hate my life.

My first "story." At least one I could add on to.

It's just an idea.