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She sat quietly at the window watching the rain splash against the glass. It had been a long, tiring day. She couldn't seem to shake the events of the afternoon. She looked down at her fisted hand, and noticed that she still held the note. Slowly she uncurled her fist and re-opened it.

She is gone. Run before they find you.

Anna didn't know what that meant. She hadn't talked to her mother in years. The last time she talked to her mother was when she was twelve. All her mother had said was "Sorry sweetie. It's better this way." She remembers feeling sad and angry. How could her mother leave her? She looks around the small room. Her old lumpy bed sits against the corner with her favorite quilt. On her bedside table the lamp is currently on, and her favorite book The Life is opened to the dog-eared page. A car passing by catches her attention and brings it back outside.

She looks down a see a man in a black trench coat get out. He looks up at her from the street and a chill runs down her spine. "Odd" she thinks "why should he be wearing sun glasses on such a rainy evening?" The man walks to her building door and enters. She gets up and walks to her tiny closet. A memory of her old life rises lazily to the top. Her old closet used to be much bigger than this one. In fact her old closet was a walk-in, stuffed to the brim with designer clothes. Oh, and the shoes! Any girl Anna's age would've loved to have had her collection. She doesn't have time though to walk down memory lane. Already she is running behind, so she quickly grabs her bag and turns off the light. Silently she walks across the living room to the front door.

She presses her ear to the door straining to hear any noise. She cracks the door and slowly leans her head through the door frame. The elevator chimes and the doors slowly open. Out walks the man who Anna saw on the street. The man looks at her and quickens his pace. Anna quickly closes the door and locks it. She was warned this might happen. She looks around the living room looking for something to push against the door. She finds the sofa - it has to do. She quickly runs to her bedroom and throws open the window. Looking down at the street below she sees that it's relatively quite. She grabs the rope ladder that has been hidden under her bed and throws it over the windowsill following it down. As her feet touch the ground she looks back up at the window and sees the man in black leaning out. She turns and then quickly runs down the street knowing she'll never see her old home again.