I break through the door, not looking back. I climb up the stairs and rush to the big grand gold door. I try opening the door, as the handle slips off the socket and rolls down the stairs. I follow after it and I lose it after the stair turn.
“Looking for this?.”
I turn around and stare intently at the door handle.
“What are you running from?”
I gaze at the handle, “my mum.” I say menacingly. “Just give me the door handle and there won’t be trouble.”
The door grumbles, as a big menacing monster steps in.