Diary Enry 7

Day: October 16
Time: 7:36 p.m.
Location: Same room

I have the note in my hands. It feels different from the paper in my spiral-bound. Rougher, like it was cut really thin from a tree itself. It smells good too, like it was perfumed. I sit for a long time and just touch it, getting a sense of it, trying to convince myself that it is real. Cuz if it is real, then that means the cloaked figure was real too.
The girl is still sitting outside my door. She has a coloring book and crayons now, and is busy drawing in pictures of people I don't recognize.
The cloaked man has not returned. I asked the girl about him once, and she simply shrugged. She's so little. She probably doesn't know what I'm talking about anyway.
A person in a suit comes in not long after the girl finishes coloring. She wants to ask me questions.
Who am I? : Jaz
Do I have a last name? : I can't remember it.
How old am I? : Your guess is as good as mine.
Where am I from? : The woods, duh.
Where are my parents? : Excuse me?
She gets annoyed pretty fast. I would think that, if she had to deal with girls like me all the time, she should have more patience. I tell her this. She snaps her notebook closed.
"Probably just a runaway." she mutters under her breath. I figured that could be true.
"We'll get her processed and put into the foster care system." the woman said as she stepped out of the door. I sigh, shrugging. The woman was just a distraction.
In that moment, I felt the most compelled to open the note. It wasn't as if it would kill me.
The words make my heart freeze. Written in an elegant script was this simple sentence:

Don't let them take you.