Narrative 2!

It’s late Friday night about nine o’clock; my boss tells me to go home early because have I have been working too much and not spending enough time with my daughter Ming Li.
I run out of the building thinking of my two year daughter. I can see her waiting by the door, crying to her sitter because she misses me. I can just she her squinty eyes tearing up.
I usually take the same route home everyday. Down Main Street, twenty block to High street, near the common. Today was different; I decided to walk down Tremont Street to take the shorter way home. While I was walking through China Town, a poverty stricken neighborhood in Boston, I hear a commotion down one of the scary dim-lighted allies. I turn the corner to see who would be causing all of the noise. My heart drops; everything from this point on seemed to be in slow motion. My long black hair was steadily swaying in the cool summer breeze. I clutched my brief case in horror because of what I just witnessed. I turned around the corner one more time and froze right were I was standing. Two men had just robbed and shot an innocent person passing by them. My head is racing, I am thinking about what they would do to me if they noticed that I saw them.
I screamed and ran down the street as fast as I could. The two men heard my cringing scream and chased me with their Colt 45 revolvers. While running I thought of my daughter Ming Li. She is learning to walk and she just sple her first word, "mommy." Ming's father Bruce Li left us before Ming's birth. I am the only person that my beatuiful daughter has in her life. If I am taken away from this earth then my baby girl would be put into an orphanage
I looked back and saw the two men; one was about 6'5" black and skinny probably about one hundred and fifty pounds. The other man was a scrawny white man with a dorky pain of avaitors who really needed a hair cut. When i saw that i was out of sight from the men I jumped and hid behind a dumpster near the city's park monument. I could hear the two men looking for me, talking about how if they found me I was as good as dead.
I heard a loud bang, and i screeched not thinking abou the consequences of it. The men heard me and leaped on top of me. All i could think about was what that noise was. Was the noise helpful for me? Or did the men make the noise in order to hurt me? When I could finally get a good look around I noticed a fleet of police officer around me, their guns were drawn at the two men now taking me hostage. I had a sigh of releif when I saw a police officer trying to make a deal with the criminals. As soon as I thought that the situation was over, I felt the cold metal barrel of the man's gun press up against the back of my neck. I remember the smell of gunpowder eerily close to my nose.
People say that if they get into situations like this they would panic and break down, for me, I just closed my eyes and thought about my life, my daughter, and my family. Suddenly one the men screamed out to kell me no matter what deal the officers had made with them. I heard the other man whisper "okay." I opened my eyes and looked towards the sky, thinking that this would be the last thing on earth I would ever see. I heard the click of the hammer pounding down on the metal gun. Then nothing, dead silence.
The bullet never came out of the gun, I ran to cop behind the tall pine tree. I knew that this was the end of what could have ben a disater.