What He Didn't Know...

What he doesn't know is that she changed her name. Her name was no longer Anna and she was certain that no one would be able to find her. She had a secret, and she was on the run. She hated to leave him like that; while he was asleep, dreaming. But she had no choice. They were after her, and she needed to protect herself. As she kissed him on the forehead, she silently wept; her heart breaking for her one true love.

Moments later, she found herself in a run down hotel room in the outskirts of the city. In her hand she carried a plastic bag that contained peroxide, a pair of shears, and ruby red lipstick. In disgust she sighed as she scanned her hotel room. The bed was unmade, displaying champagne colored sheets that she assumed had been white at some point. Holding her breath, she peeled the soiled sheets from the bed and threw them onto the floor. 

Carefully, she made her way to the bathroom emptying the contents of the plastic bag into the sink. For a brief moment she stared at her reflection through the cracks of the mirror. The girl she saw was almost unrecognizable. Black eyeliner streamed down her face and her once rosy cheeks appeared pale; shallow. Slowly, she picked up the shears and began cutting the pieces of her identity; watching as they fell to the floor.

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