About a week later Mina ran through the streets of Manhattan. It was late and she just knew "he" was following her. Mina didn't know Manhattan, or anywhere else in New York for that matter, very well. She had led a very sheltered childhood. Soon she found herself lost and that is when she really began to panic. However, after much aimless wandering, she found the familiar apartment building where she had spent most of her 15 years.

Mina had had a very strange evening. It all started when David asked her to go pick something up for him. By herself! At night! He had been acting strange all day but she just dismissed it as David being... well David.

As Mina walked up the steps and into the building a man with the same jet black hair as herself was exiting. He smiled, and nodded at her, and she smiled back. He looks familiar, she said to herself as she walked up more stairs to their apartment but when she couldn't remember who he could be she just shrugged it off.

When she walked in David was sitting at their kitchen table doing something he practically never did; drink alcohol. He didn't seem to have been sitting there long but he was well on his way to being inebriated.

"Dave, are you alright?" Mina asked cautiously as she set the book she had been sent to buy on the table.

"He was here again," David seemed perfectly miserable.

"Who is 'he'? And what did he say that made you like this?" Mina acted like she was talking to an animal that might attack at any second.

"Your father," he said quietly.

Mina's eyes went wide and she shook her head. "No David, Papa is dead."

"My father is dead, your's is very much alive," he wouldn't look her in the eyes.

"What are you saying?! Mama would never have done that!"

"No she wouldn't, and she didn't. She's not your mother either, Mina." David starred at the pattern on the table cloth.

"Why are you telling me this?!" Mina felt like a trapped animal.

"And I'm not your brother. I'm your cousin. Your mother was Mama's little sister, your father was some man she met. They never married, he disappeared and a few months later you came. She died though, giving birth to you. So we took you in, raised you as one of us."

"LIAR!" Mina screamed and knocked the book off the table.

"I love you as my sister Mina..."

But Mina didn't stay long enough to hear him, she ran out of their apartment as quickly as she could. Her whole life was a lie. Everything that she had ever believed in wasn't real, had never been real, and would never ever be real. Mina just kept running. There was no stopping. It was the same with her tears. How could that be? And was that man she had met on the stairs her father? He did have some of the same features, the same hair. But could the world be so unfair?

Mina wanted to be brave. Brave like those news girls she had met awhile back. They were constantly fighting people and had been alone most of their lives. She knew she'd never be able to do that. She was too weak. Too quiet. Too meek. Too scared.

Eventually she stopped running, and she didn't know where she was. But she didn't care. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Not even the fact that she was being followed by "him" again. He usually followed her. Trying to catch her, but only when noone was around. Like now. Only at dark would he strike. Like now. She had always escaped, but not this time.