Visions of Fate

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - EMBRACING DESTINY

The drumming of my heart was the only thing I could hear as I raced upstairs to fetch my phone from my bedroom. The socks on my feet made my strides slippery against the smooth tiles, but I rushed up because a life depended on me.

Mom's life.

The sight of my phone on my bed was like a lump of gold to a needy gold miner. I scrolled through my short contact list I had built over the month and hit dial on Mom's contact.

I was immediately sent to her voicemail, and I released a loud groan of frustration. It was then I realized the message she'd left on her note, Don't try calling my line or waiting up for me, because I'm going to be in the operating room all day today.

Mom was too busy to answer her phone. I was very sure she was still in the operating room when I called. I paced around the room as I contemplated on a plan to save my mother, which were little to none.

I could easily search and locate the name of her hospital on Google map and wait till Mom finished work and head back home. We could drive up to the house together, while I prevent her accident.

The only problem with that is, I had no source of transportation. I didn't have a car I could use, and didn't have any money to spare to call an Uber.

Why did I have to spend my last money on lunch? Why couldn't I wait till I got home to eat? And just why did my vision have to come when I had no other route to save my mother?

An idea suddenly hit me, and I stopped in the middle of my room. Why didn't I think of this earlier?

Ethan was my key to this mission being accomplished. He had a car he could access at any time.

I bit my lips in anticipation as I dialed his number. It rung once. Twice. Three times. Four times. Then it went to voicemail. Why didn't that boy have his phone close to him when I needed him the most?

I cut the call while Ethan's voice was saying to call him later, and swung my useless phone on the bed. Mom was going to have an accident that night and there was nothing I could do.

No, that was not possible. There had to be something I could do, someone I could call, just something.

I couldn't call the cops, because they would see me as a lunatic. Mom worked in an organization, meaning they had a general company number, but I had no idea what that was. There wasn't any other options I had on my hand, but I couldn't just sit here and wait for Mom to loose her life on the streets.

I rushed to my phone and dialed her number again. I must have dialed it about five times to no avail, when I realized the streams of salt water on either side of my cheeks. The tears were hot and thick, cascading down my cheeks like an angry stream.

I choked on a sob and slid down to the floor next to my bed.

"Mom no," I cried out to nobody. "Please Mom, please don't do this." My throat felt constricted with dread and terror, and my head felt like a thousand little hammers were pounding on my skull. I tried to swallow, but the bile in my throat was too thick to gulp down my saliva.

Then, I released a scream that was loud enough to cause my insides to burn, but I didn't care. Mom was too precious to leave me. I was too young to let her go.

I choked and coughed frantically on another sob as my lungs continued to burn, but I wasn't phased. I grabbed my phone I'd abandoned next to me, and began sending Ethan messages, some which made sense, some that didn't, but I didn't care.

As long as my texts were enough to make his phone ping, or vibrate. Maybe that would be enough to draw his attention to my missed calls and how important they were.