Anywhere

Anywhere but here.

She didn't know where she was going, only that she had to go. She knew it was unlikely any of them would come back, but they could. If they did, she rationalized, she could lock the door. Refuse to let anyone in. They'd go away in time. But they'd still know she was there. They might come back another time. Wait for her outside, or drive down her street, or park across the street, looking through her windows to see if she was home. They might wait in the lobby, bother her neighbors. They might even enlist others to drive by on their behalf.

She would have to go.

"Stay" she'd thought to herself. "Stay and calm down. You'll be happier in the morning when you're still in your home instead of who knows where." This is what she'd told herself as she'd locked the doors, turned off the lights, and tried to get some sleep. But sleep hadn't come, and an hour later, she was packing. The fastest panicked packing she'd ever done. What do you pack when you don't know where you're going? Money, clothes, pajamas, laptop, dvds (for distraction), papers, bills, PDA, chargers for everything.... a backup drive of important files... Nothing abnormal. Only items that would make her unmemorable. That would make her blend in with a crowd. Sweats, caps, subdued colors. Everything had to fit in one suitcase. One case that she could roll.

"You should stay" a voice inside her still said, but the panic hadn't subsided. She'd given it a chance. She'd tried to take a nap, but that hadn't worked. So now it was time for plan B. Now it was time to run.