Knock, knock, knock. There was a pounding on the door. My mom furrowed her eyebrows with fear in her eyes. "We're closed," she said flatly.
    "This is the government. We need to speak with you. Open this door or we will take it down by force." Mom looked at me, then tilted her head towards the closet and mouthed, Go. We knew this day would come. It shouldn't have been a surprise, yet, it was. I ran to the closet, grabbed my bag, and opened the ceiling vent. I hesitated for a second, then climbed through and closed it as I heard the door opening.
     "Doctor Talizu, you have the honor of being chosen to help your country with your medical services in this civil war. You have five minutes to pack any medical supplies you need for the war effort before we depart." A government official told her. I started my stopwatch. 
    As my mother was packing her bags, she said, " I have some notes in my bags that may prove useful." It was obvious she was talking to me. I made a mental note to check my bag for a note as soon as I got out of there. I couldn't see the official, but it seemed he didn't care enough to question about her statement. Five minutes later, he pushed her out of the house and I heard the rare sound of a car driving away. Soldiers and government officials are the only ones that have cars, they took them away from everyone else to use in the war.  That's the same reason they're taking away our doctors, most of our food, and anyone old enough to fight that isn't on the other side. I climbed down from the ventilation shaft and left the clinic. Outside, the infamous "Closed to help the war effort" sign was taped to the door. I locked the door, then climbed under the building into the bomb shelter.
    I sat down and opened my bag. It had food, water, a change of clothes, my medical supplies, money, and a handwritten note. It said:
     "Dear Taria,
                              If you are reading this letter, it means I have been taken by the government to help with the war and you have successfully escaped. Congratulations. Now that this has happened and our clinic is closed, I have a request. I want you to join the rebellion."