I creep back to my room as I try to sniffle back my tears. Bang! I can not hold it back anymore. All of my tears fall harshly down, soaking my pajamas.Mom, dad. I'm sorry I couldn't help you.. I hold my breath when I hear something. Footsteps?             I scan my bedroom and my eyes stop at the closet. Crawling to my closet, I hear them come closer to my room. I curl up into a ball at the corner and close the door with shaking hands.          Please just walk pass. Please just walk pass. I pray in my mind. The door slams open and I hear deep voices talking. I hear them lifting things up and smashing them inside my room. Nothing is going to happen. They are going to leave in a few minutes. I comfort myself in pure ignorance as of to what is currently going on right outside the closet door, the only thing keeping the intruders and me apart. Already knowing so, I was straight out proven correct. Footsteps come closer and closer to the closet.            My heart stops at every step he takes. The ground's noise level grows louder then it ever did before. Thud.. thud.. thud.. Then, the door opens, revealing a guy that is around his thirties scoffing at me.          "Thought you could hide from us?" That guy asks with his gun pointing at me. He aims it at me, then puts his fingers on the trigger. Right when he was about to pull the trigger, he gets stopped by the other guy. He glares at his partner, but instantly grins when he sees what the other raised up. The ot