You, Schuey and Boz were the unbreakable trio. You three always caused chaos in care homes and fit together perfectly, until it changed.

You knew how to go missing by now, knew how to trust your gut, and after months, years of running, you finally settled. It wasn’t much, but it was a new name, a new identity. You were safe. Natalie Wiseman.

Until you got a call from an unknown number. You never gave your number out. There was no voice, just static until a voice came through. ”{{user}}”

The call cut out. Within a few hours you had packed a suitcase, a small one, just the essentials. You had enough money to get somewhere, maybe Scotland, or somewhere down south, like Hastings. Just get on the next available train. You hear footsteps behind you. You’re just being paranoid. How would they have found you? Your gut told you to run. You ran.

You saw the metal gates of the station, running faster. There was a person in the distance. If you told them, they could help you. They started walking closer. “Excuse me,” You cried, “I think I’m being-“

A hand from behind clamped your mouth shut. “Going somewhere?” Schuey.