Prologue

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Annabelle was doubting, doubting what she should do now. She is starting to regret it. Maybe she shouldn't have done it? Should she try to turn it back? But is that what she wants? These questions keep ghosting her thoughts.

It was very easy to do, she just had to avoid the right people. Only reversing it is very difficult. Was the reason why she did it right? She can not stop thinking about it. It feels like she had to do it. As if she had no choice. But she did right? It was her own choice, nobody forced her to do it.

Annabelle shifts a bit, she's starting to get cold. She's sitting here, looking out over the city she avoided going to. Since she left here she has build up a new life. Has she thrown that all away by doing this?

People around her have warned her about this. She did not listen. She never did, but see how she ended up here. This is not what she wanted, she has to try to turn it back. It will be fine, she can do this.

Her hand touches it in her pocket. No she can't do this, she really can't. It is no longer possible to undo it. She can't undo it.

Someone is gonna find out anyway. And if that happens, she can forget it. If that happens she is gonna be in so much trouble. They're going to find her, it doesn't matter if she gets caught when she goes back there. Or if she just tries to life on with her life.

But she does not want that, she will not be able to continue and pretending nothing has happened. She has to try.

Annabelle stands up from the wall, she runs off the hill towards a bush where she has dumped her bike. She picks up the bike and starts cycling away quickly.

It is already dark. Did she really sit there for so long? It was a good thing though, now she has thought about it long enough to make the right decision.

How would she have hidden it? Where should she have done that? Home? She doesn't even know if she can call it her home.

Annabelle gets so absorbed in her thoughts that she almost runs into a taxi. Fortunately, he honks in time for her to stop. "Sorry!" She mouths.

A few blocks further. She enters the alley, her bicycle leans against the wall, and she walks to the back door of the building.

She is a little disappointed when the door is still open, she really doesn't want to do this. But she has to do it, she thinks in herself. She opens the door as quietly as possible.

As soon as Annabelle is inside, she hears someone. She dives around the corner behind a cupboard. Nobody could see her in here, and all the lights are off.

She doesn't have much time, so after a while she takes the risk and runs to the other side of the hall. She turns left at the end of the hallway. She enters the room where she was just a few hours ago, not knowing that she would come back here so soon. She hears someone in the small room next to this room. Is that the same person? How many people are in here?

I have to be quick, she thinks. She quietly runs to the closet on the other side of this very large room. "No, no which cabinet was it?" She mumbles quietly. She needs to do her best. "Think carefully Annabelle, think carefully." She says quietly to herself. "Yes, that was it, the third one from the top left."

She stands on her toes to open the cabinet. The safe within the cabinet is still locked. Nobody has realized that she has taken something. She enters the code, the safe opens with a beep, she quickly puts it in the safe. She makes sure everything is the same as before. She can't leave any trails.

Then she hears a male voice calling. ''Hello, is there someone?" The door begins to open. She runs away, she has to get out of here as quickly as possible. But where does she go?

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 27, 2019 ⏰

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