The night I was killed...

I was lalalaing gossiping about my brother to my friend, and I was cracking up, so my brother, let's call him J, came in and yelled at me to know what I was writing about. I screamed back that it was nunna his business. Then he attacked me and we got in a little fight, me screaming to go away the whole time, which left me shaking cuz I AM REALLY HUNGRY.
So then I heard him mutter "That's it" and I heard his airsoft gun being filled with ammo, then him search for random things, then it got quiet...
I was still on the computer.

Then the office light was turned off. heard the rattle of his gun and the jingle of the keys in his pocket, a telltale sign J was coming.
Then I saw a hand reach forward and turn off the computer. It was PITCH BLACK now. Then a red light shone from his forhead onto my face. He was wearing that weird headlight. It was really bright, so that it hurt my eyes.
"Where's my knife?!?" he yelled.
"WHY WOULD I HAVE IT?" I yelled back, even though it was sitting on my dresser. He had dropped it and I had kept it.
"GIVE ME MY KNIFE!" he yelled loudly.
"OKAY! I HAFTA GET IT FIRST!"
"THEN GET IT!"
I got up, stumbling through the inky blackness to my room. He followed a few feet away, his gun up. The red light on hi forhead enchanted me. I couldn't look away for fear he'd dash off and look at what I had gossipped about him. Or maybe he'd push me or something.
I made it wakling backwards through the dark into my room and fumbled for the knife. I gave it to him and tried to push back, to escape back into the black halls.
He wouldn't let me. "I have to put it in my pocket." he said, taking his sweet time doing it.
As soon as I could, I raced back here.
I was shaking for like ten minutes, because I am freakishly hungry, not from fear lol. It was the most entertaining thing I had all week.