You've made your boyfriend angry. Now you're near your death, running from the love of your life. He chases you with a gun in his hand, and a knife in the other.

Run. Don't speak.

"Come here or I won't ever be nice to you again. You're so dumb for thinking I loved you back." He continues chasing you.

Don't look back. Run. Run as far as you can.

"I said get back here!" He says angrily.

You look back at him with a sad, scared, no, terrified look on your face.