It’s small and she debates leaving it in when she hears Goyle catching up. She yanks it out, her other knife left in the kitchen. Once she’s in the living room she starts throwing things in his path. He’s clumsy and the glass shatters under his shoes. She kept turning over her shoulder to watch him as she ran. Just as she’s approaching the door, a shattered piece of a vase catches her in the forehead. It slices just above her left eyebrow. 