<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/a0a56e54bd34727f28e633ddd65649b4/tumblr_mjktcjD4oM1rgz1hoo1_500.jpg)</div>The store was busy, the patrons talked loudly as the small café employees rushed around. The employees trying to get all of the orders out and serve all of the clients with the best service they could provide. After all, good service meant good tips. Kara couldn't take the stress, the noise, nor the huge group of people that was inside the small establishment. She knew it was time for her break and she ran towards the back to get her space. She tried to calm herself as she recovered from her small panic attack.<br/><br/>When she began to breath once more in a steady, normal pattern she felt herself relax. A sense of pride settling inside of her as she notice that this time it hadn't taken her that long to control it. She was getting better, little by little, she was losing the fear that gripped her heart every time she went outside or interacted with strangers as well as in a large group of people. Her panic attacks were slowly over taking her less and less, she could finally feel at least a small taste of freedom.<br/><br/>She was a survivor, after all. She was no longer under his hold, let alone his captive and yet, she still lived with the fear he had instigated inside of her. He marked her his, not only on her body but also in the essence that many call soul. Two years had passed, justice had been made and she had begun to rebuild her life along with her girlfriend, but even that did not bring her any peace. She thought that watching him died would have helped her, but it didn't do that and it didn't help erase her memories of him.<br/><br/>She inhaled a loud breath through her nose, before she exhaled it, coming out as a shuddering breath from her lips. Her right hand went up to her short hair and she finger comb it, before it dropped once more to her side. She was dress in the all black uniform, her shoes were especially made for running. She had learned that any prey should always be ready and she prepared herself dutifully, although no longer did she consider herself a prey. Deciding that it was time go back to work, she left the back of the store, passing though a mirror. Her button up shirt fully close, the long sleeves protecting her arms, she was not showing any skin aside from the immaculate one of her hands. She hated being studied, let alone attracting any unwanted attention. She didn't need to be reminded of the scars and marks she carried. When she made sure she looked presentable, after stopping to look at herself, she continued at a brisk pace toward the front part of the small store.<br/><br/>Moving toward the literary section, she began to accomodate the misplaced books along with the new ones. She barely listen to any of the patrons conversations, until some caught her attention. She stopped, not daring to turn as she listened to two girls discussed something.<br/><br/>"<em>She disappeared over a week ago, Ally. They haven't found her,"</em>One of the girl's said, she heard a coffee cup being placed on the table, before the noise of tapping fingers followed.<br/><br/>"<em>Well, I don't think they should worry about anything. After all, she is in collage, we all disappear sometimes only to notice we've been missing for a few days thanks to Jack and the Jagermeister. Stop being such a worrier, Mel. That missing girl will once more resurface and everything will be fiiiiiine. Besides, that guy who committed the crimes not so long ago</em><em>is dead. I heard it on the news."</em>The one known as Ally replied. Kara heard the other girl let out a sigh, before she heard the chairs being push back and she then turned to watch both blondes leave the store.<br/><br/>She knew he was dead, but something about what they said of the missing girl didn't sit right with her at all.<br/><br/><br/><br/>