How Am I a Hero?

Leaving

I'm sixteen years old, I have blond hair, and I'm quiet because I fear what will happen if I'm not. My dad doesn't want to believe I exist, but I knew I would always have my mom. At least that's what I thought.

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"Come on mom!" I shouted running towards the car.

"I'm coming," she replied locking the door.

"Come on mom, I don't want to be late!" I shouted sitting in the front seat.

My mom sped up, rushing to get to our destination. As we pulled up to the intersection she only hesitated a second before pulling through.

"Mom watch out!" I shouted as a car came speeding through the intersection disregarding the stop sign.

"No!" I screamed jolting upright in bed.

"It's just a dream." I whispered to myself, but it wasn't a dream, it was a memory.

Bang! Bang! I heard two loud knocks on the door. Who could it possibly be at six o'clock in the morning?

I opened the door and was net with an unfamiliar face. I shut the door right as he opened his mouth to speak.

Bang! Bang! Seriously?

"What do you want?" I asked opening the door slightly.

"To talk to you." He responded.

"Why?" I questioned keeping my eyes locked in a glare.

"Can I just talk to you?" Why won't he answer my question.

"How do I know you aren't here to kill me?" I asked still glaring.

"I would've broken the door by now." He said trying to hold back a laugh.

"Fine, whatever you want to say can be said with the door like this." I said not letting the door budge.

"We need your help." What the heck?

"We, who's we?" I questioned.

"Look do you want to stay here? Do you want to feel invisible everyday? Is that what you want? You're smart and we need your help. There is this organization made up of kids and ran by adults. I can't say anymore, just please trust me and come."

"I'm perfectly fine staying right where I am, thank you very much." I stated closing the door.

"Seriously Mae." The boy said sticking his foot in the door.

"How do you know my name?" I asked losing my cool for a second.

"I know a lot of things, please don't make this hard." What the heck does he mean?

"Goodnight." I snapped forcing the door shut.

I crept down the hallway back to my bedroom not wanting to wake my dad.

"Mae!" Seriously, can I get some sleep around here?

"What?!" I shouted back at my dad.

"Please come to the door!" Why?

"Okay!" I replied slipping on my robe.

I walked out of my room and down the hall only to be met by a face  I thought I would never see again. One can hope.

"Hey, you ready to go now?" Oh I hate this boy.

"She most certainly is." My dad replied before I could say anything.

Great, just great. Please just send me away dad, I know you hate dealing with me.

"Alrighty then, lets go." The boy said a smirk evident on his face.

I walked out the door saying nothing to my father. Now I am going to a place that I don't even know with a freaking stranger. I guess it will be better than spending every day with dad being constantly reminded that it  was my fault.

"Will you at least tell me where we are going?" I asked turning to the boy.

"We are going to The Center." He replied.

Thank you, that was so helpful. We walked for an hour until I realized I didn't even know his name. How could I not the guy's name?

"What's your name?" I questioned.

"Ash." The boy replied.

Wow, you're such a great conversationalist. As we walked further into the middle of nowhere a big dome came into view.