It happened on a cold autumn night. It was just like any other night. Andrea was texting Michelle, her best friend, when suddenly there was a loud bang followed by a shriek. 'What was that?' Andrea wondered. "MOM!" She hollered down the stairs. She heard banging noises, then the closing of the front door. She ran downstairs.
"Andrea," her mom could barely say from downstairs. She ran over, clutching her wounded and dying mother.
"Mom, please, please don't leave me. I don't have anywhere to go, and I don't know anything!" Andrea blurted between her sobs. Her mom looked terrible. The wound left from the bullet was bleeding excessively.
"Honey, I'll never truly leave you. Never," replied her surprisingly, calm mother. After a long pause, she whispered, "it was him. Your father. I refused to give him money. He was going to waste it all on gambling anyway! Whatever you do, babe, don't go to him. Don't let the police find you. Okay?"
"Okay, I won't. But, where do i go? How do I get money? What should I do?" The questions poured from Andrea's mouth.
"I left you money. Run. As far as you can. Follow what your brain tells you, as well as your heart." Those were her last words.
Andrea didn't call the police, didn't call anyone. She didn't cry, either. It sounded weird, but she was too sad to cry. She found the money. 20000 euros! "Woah," she said as she pulled out the money. She went to bed.
The next day, around 5:30, the alarm clock went off. Andrea woke up, for a moment forgetting the past day. But after a while, she remembered, and out of no where the tears poured out. She cried for at least an hour, but decided to quit. If she left too late, the school would start to wonder why she was absent. They always called home. She set off, and looked back only once. That was the last time she saw her home.