Guess the Mood

I ran around the building, never stopping to look back, only looking for the next place to run to. I had to keep moving. Keep hiding. My heartbeat quickened, and I was running out of breath. But no. No, I can't stop. I reached the corner, and I stopped. Quietly, I listened for his footsteps. The sound of the gun shot that killed my brother reverberated in my head. No. No, he won't get me. I looked this way and that, all the while holding my breath. Then I heard it. The soft tap-tap of his footsteps. Where to run to? Frantically I looked around for my next destination. Then I took off.