Two years. Natalie had been on the run for two whole years. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to graduate college, get a good job, married, and have a family. None of that was going to happen now. Natalie could never stop running.

Two years ago Natalie’s life was perfectly normal. She was working at a small diner in her hometown and looking forward to starting college. She wanted to be a doctor. She wanted to help people, but now she was on the run. Her life would never be the same again.

It began as just another slow night at the diner. These cold winter nights were terrible for business. Natalie heard the bell ding and made her way to the front to greet the guest as he sat down at the bar.

“Good evening, what can I get for you?” Natalie said with a smile.

“Coffee.” The man said without looking up.

Natalie sat a cup in front of him and filled it with coffee. He sipped it quietly as Natalie began wiping down some tables. She hoped since the night was so slow she would be able to get everything shut down and leave a little earlier. Time would be the least of her worries.

The door was thrown open so harshly it almost shattered the glass. Natalie gasped and looked up to see another man running toward the first man sitting at the bar. He seemed very angry and the two started arguing with each other in a language Natalie didn't understand. She ran behind the counter to the phone to call the police, but her efforts were ineffective.

The second man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a gun, he then fired four shots directly at the first man, killing him instantly. Natalie screamed and ran into the back and out the door. She pulled out her cell phone and called the police, she gave them the address and told them what she had just witnessed.

Natalie felt like she was going to throw up the whole way back to her apartment. She had never witnessed anything like that before in her life. She watched someone get murdered. How does someone simply let that go? How could she just move on with her life knowing that someone else was just deprived of their own? It made the world seem very small.

As Natalie approached her apartment door she noticed a note stuck in the door. Confused, she pulled the note out and read;

I know you saw me. You were not supposed to make it out of the diner. I know where you work and where you live. I will kill you, even if you run, I will find you, and I will kill you.

Fear washed over Natalie’s face as she looked around to make sure the man planning to murder her wasn't nearby. She panicked, unsure what to do. Should she call the police? She had already done that and it didn't seem to help. The man wasn't captured. He was still out there waiting for her. She shuttered as the fear of everything washed over her body.

She quickly ran inside her apartment and locked the door. Taking a few deep breaths she ran to the bedroom and grabbed a backpack, filling it with clothes and a few essential items. Natalie would go on the run. As long as she stayed moving, hopefully, the man wouldn't be able to find her. She took one last look around her apartment, laid the key on the table, and left.

That man wouldn't find Natalie if she could help it. No matter how far or long she had to run, she would run forever if she had to. She wasn't going to let him find her. Ever.