Revelation

Chapter nine: Rescued

I did the mistake of falling asleep. I bet your wondering 'How is that a mistake?' Well don't you remember? I dream peoples deaths and that is exactly what I did that night. After realizing the FBI wants to find me as well. Not only was I running away from the men who want me dead but the FBI too which made things ten times harder. I had no idea what the FBI wanted with me. They'll probably torture me to find answers on why theres a Top Secret underground facility, or why is it destroyed? They'll blame me because I'm the only one alive. That is just perfect. Pete was no longer on the screen. I'm not even sure if he remembers me, or perhaps even knows I'm being wanted. Hes just a detective. Harsh.

That night I had nightmare over nightmare. Its understandable I mean after what I lived through anyone would be going through the same thing. I dreamt then of this young girl wanting to committ suicide. I remember clearly it was in New York, because she was standing on the Empire State building. I don't know how she got up there but she managed it. I remember it being a cloudy day, the clock striking five, and cars honking. Thats it. I'm not sure if the young girl falls or not. But what I do know is that I have to save her.

I woke up with a depressing feeling so instead of trying to flee I stayed indoors, watching more news or napping. Not a good idea. I had small dreams obviously but I dreamt someone elses death again. This old man getting hit by a bus here in L.A somewhere near downtown. I woke up still with the feeling but I moved quickly. I had a sense it was happening today.

I questioned myself alot on how I was going to pull such a thing off? Not being recognized and saving strangers lifes. I thought over and over. Also trying to remember anything from the dream, well first things first what time of day. Night. Second, what street. I don't have an answer. That means I have enough time to sneak my way to the store and disguise myself.

I didn't have much of a choice. It had to be done. In highschool I dyed my hair blonde before entering so I can be different. It was my moms clever idea. As the years passed I liked it and decided to keep it. But now I must change it back to brunette, and cut it. My hair was the length to my elbow. I can always dye it back and it'll grow eventually, no biggie.

With a large sweater and my hood on I walked into the store. I probably lookef suspisious but it was the only way to keep hidden. No one was going to question me, that I did know. Rushing my way through the aisles I made it to the hair dye section. I immediately snatched the dark brown box and found my way to the scissors.

After buying everything I tried my best exiting with a large group of people, not alone. Then immediately drove to the motel and got things done with my hair. It was a hard goodbye but I had to do what had to be done. 

I thought positive and its true I needed a change. I ended up looking quite good. My face was still the same of course but the haircut and color changed me alot.

I took the liberty of lying about my name. For now it was Meg. Plain and simple. I won't lie I was still terrified but that old man isn't dying on my watch. Taking one last look at the mirror I headed out. I had my purse with my wallet, cellphone and keys. Holding on tightly to the steering wheel I made a small scenerio in my mind on how I was going to save the old man.

I was in L.A sooner than I pictured. What happens next is quite of a shocker. As if anything else hasn't. I should have expected things to get worse and more shocking as ever. As I was roaming around the streets trying to get flashbacks or signs that will lead me the way. But I couldn't get anything and I became fustrated. Fustrated because I couldn't understand why any of this was happening. People were dying and I couldn't save them. If I didn't find this man he too was going to die.

Feeling so alerted I didn't pay attention to the road in front of me. You'll get sick of all my mistakes because theres many to come. I'm sure sick of them. They're simple mistakes. Simple as driving and not looking in front of you. One second thats all I needed and the old man could have survived. Yes, I hit him. I can't understand once again! A darn bus killed him not a fucken car. Did I changed fate or what? Or did I not see things right? I felt like I was going insane. I couldn't handle the stress anymore.

The poor mans face is still in my memory. He was walking with his stick and it was my duty to stop but my dumbass wasn't paying attention. I could still hear the bump when I hit him and my scream. My first reaction was to help him up. Thats a lie. I didn't have a sudden reaction. I was frozen while my mind screamed millions of things. What have I done?! I couldn't believe I was the cause of his death. All of this started making less sense. I put myself together fighting back the tears as I stepped out to see if there was a tiny chance of him surviving. By that time there was already a crowd of people trying to see what had happened, pointing finngers, and chatting within themselves. Nobody dared to lay a finger on the man though. So I had to do it, I mean I did hit the poor man. Maybe if he wasn't old I wouldn't have felt so bad. I'm a cruel person.

With my hands shaking I kneeled down to check up on him but before doing so I was interrupted by some man screaming "Call an ambulance!" Thanks alot pal don't you see I was already scared. I shook my head and took the attempted of checking again. But I didn't get the chance too without being interrupted once again. "Isabel?"

I know that voice.