13 days.

13 days since Anna Perkins was last seen. Everyone thinks that it's just a case of her running away, but how could someone like her run away for 13 days.

"Here, look, officer, I found this, this is proof that she wouldn't have run away, I know it." Anna's mom said as she shoved the paper into the police officers hands.

He took it and began to read it aloud.

"This world can be so cruel, especially when the one you loved, well, thought you loved, betrays you. Michael Johnson never loved me. He led me on to think he did, all for a stupid bet, and now, I'll let karma do its work. He doesn't have to worry about me again. EVER."

"Well ma'am, I'll take this in and we'll talk to you again if we find anything, call us if you find more evidence."

"What? But I thought-"

"Ma'am, look here, this paper won't bring your daughter back okay, it doesn't even tell where she went or if she even ran away or what."

The mother looked frustrated and angry, as she began to pick up more papers from off of the table, telling about each one.

"Look, here, Sierra long was never a true friend but a backstabbing bitch, oh and this one, Lucy vang is not to be trusted, oh what about this one, if I see her face again, She'll talk crap about me again just like she does every day, and if she does again, I think I'll take my life away."

The officer grabbed the papers from the mom, and spoke, "I'll take these in as evidence, but, I mean these papers won't bring your daughter back, whether she's dead, or alive."

Anna's mom stopped for a second, as if her whole...