As I silently crept through the dingy, abandoned warehouse, I paused taking in my surroundings. The wind blew on the rusted papers that lay on the dirty, wet ground; they began twirling like a tornado. The windows were shattered and discolored; they were no longer lined with silver but brown. The doors that stood tall next to the windows were half open, letting a heavy breeze through. They were barely hanging on their screws. The walls were covered in all sorts of colorful graffiti; some had heartfelt messages, and some looked ominous and threatening. Maybe this wasn’t the right location I was supposed to come to, too. The lights began flickering weakly, moving side to side; they could barely hang onto the half steady half unsteady roof. All that could be heard now was the harsh whipping of the wind and the piercing sound of the lights. A clutter could be heard; the rummaging of a box, and cupboard being desperately opened caught my attention. I wasn’t the only one in this menacing warehouse. Yet this wasn’t a good thing. Fear filled my veins. The warehouse was enormous, how was I going to run past whoever this person was without getting caught. I frantically rushed into my pocket to retrieve my phone from my pocket to my dismay there wasn’t any signal. The thought of me being trapped in this warehouse made my chest feel heavy. Not only was I set up, but I was in danger. The walls felt closer as the thought of her best friend betraying her came to thought. How could she do this? What vendetta did she have against me? My chest grew unbearably tight; sweat trickled from my forehead to my cheeks. Holding my chest, I began gasping for air, my hand clinging to the tall, metallic crates. I sank to the ground, my head in my hands, rocking back and forth. Maybe just maybe I could find a way out of this. Click. I recognized that very sound. It was fresh in my mind. Click on a key fitting into a keyhole. No. The click of a pen. No. The click of a gun being loaded. Yes... It was far too familiar. My mind began racing back to a day I remember far too well; a day embedded into my brain forever. He raised a gun on my head, threatened me if I didn’t keep his horrifying secret. Was I about to relive the day again? Despite my hiding from society, I was still lured back to him, like a prey running to its predator, yet I wasn’t fast nor strong. I slunk into the shadows, muttering prayers. Dodging the crumpled papers lying on the dusty concrete, I hurriedly made my way towards the door, to make sure it wasn’t who I assumed was there, but that wasn’t needed. He spoke on the phone. His deep voice echoed into the warehouse. It was no doubt him; I knew that jarring voice anywhere. It bellowed with venom as I heard him utter my name. My own husband. Who vowed till death do us apart, was trying to be the reason for my death. Raging, tired and disgusted by hearing his belligerent voice, I promised myself I'd ruin him first. Tiptoeing, I tried climbing out the shattered window. I was going to be bruised for a few days, but it was worth it. Leaving the warehouse and him behind. Before I heaved myself onto the shards laying on the window, I quietly grabbed the crumpled paper and took out my lipstick. Scribbling my message onto the paper I lay it open so he would be able to see it, and then hurriedly, heaved myself out. I was proud of my confidence consuming me. He was in for a treat once I learnt how to become stronger and better than him. Off too New York I go for now.