"May I speak to Anna, please?" It wasn't him. The person on the other line was a girl and was also someone she didn't recognize. The panic slowly disappeared from her face and her mouth was drawn into a serious line. "This is she." Her voice was almost back to normal, which surprised her. "Well, hello Anna. First of all, I'm going to start off by telling you that everything is okay. It'll all eventually get better, as I'm sure you already know, and that he made a huge mistake by losing you."

She sat down slowly on the bed again, her curiosity beginning to grow. "Well, um, thanks I guess. But who are you? And how did you get my number?" If the girl wasn't going to tell her name at that specific second, Anna was going to hang up the phone. She had told none of her friends yet, just because she felt that it all needed to sink in. Plus, most of her friends would try to question her about it, and that was something that she just couldn't handle right now.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself," the person on the other line, remarked in a happy and light voice. "My name is Elisa. And no, I did not get your number from any of your friends, nor did I speak to any of them, if that is what your thinking. How I contacted you just now is not exactly important. What is important however, is what I'm about to tell you. If you do not want to listen, then yes, you can hang up the phone and I promise that I will never call again."

Anna flickered her eyes back to the mirror that she was standing in front of just seconds ago. Whether she liked it or not, the girl was still sparking her curiosity, especially since she already knew her name and what just happened to her. Before she could think things through, she heard herself give an answer. "Fine."

"Good," she heard the voice reply. "There is a meeting tonight at eight o'clock at the Hempstead Building. Do you know where that is?" Anna swallowed, her eyes widened, and she practically dropped the phone right then and there. The place that Elisa was talking about, was supposed to be not only deserted but haunted as well. No one in her neighborhood would ever take the chance to step foot into the dark house, even though there was hardly any proof that there were in fact ghosts involved. "Yes," she said, in a quiet tone. "Well my dear, you are invited to it. All your questions that you have, not just about me, but also about other specific things, will be answered there. Think of it as a small gathering of some sort. Of course it is completely up to you if you want to go, all I could do is show you the way.

"Now, I'm sorry to say, but I must go. I hope to see you there Anna and remember, your pain will definitely heal in time." With that, she heard a click on the other line, signaling that the girl had hung up. She dropped the phone back on her bed and went over to sit in the chair by her desk. True, she was still curious, but was she still curious enough to do something crazy like going into the Hempstead Building? Especially, when it was at night?

Anna let a sigh escape from her small pale lips, the hurt inside her was still ever lingering. Even though Elisa was a stranger, the comforting words had helped her to some degree. Yet, she knew her pain would never completely heal. It would stay in her body, her mind, and her soul like a scar that marked her skin for all eternity. Love, she felt, was something that she could never feel again, especially since she's been through so much.

As she grabbed a pillow that was by her headboard and rested her head on it, something suddenly occurred to her. True, the building was said to be haunted, but what did she have to lose? The answer was, nothing. Most of her had already died within, while craving for an emotion that was always within her grasp but never fully there to begin with. If she went to the supposed 'gathering' it wouldn't matter if she just disappeared or got kidnapped by some ghosts or whatever was in the Hempstead Building. In fact, the thought of just leaving her life forever sounded like a good thing.

So practical joke, or meeting, or something that she couldn't think of at the moment, Anna had made her final decision. She looked over at her alarm clock by her nightstand and saw that she had one or two hours before it was eight. Not wanting to go downstairs yet to face her family, or the world for that matter, she got up again to brush her dark hair in front of the mirror, waiting for the time to pass by her.