I wake up still on my stomach, I don’t remember going to sleep, but it felt good not watching someone die. I slowly flip over to check my alarm clock, it was still 6, just enough time to fully wake up before getting ready. I roll off of the bed, falling onto the floor with a loud thud, causing me to groan in pain.
I sluggishly walk towards my kitchen dreading every step I took. My mom was working so I had to make my own breakfast, I guess this meant I was eating cereal… again.
“Good morning.” I look up to see Veronica looking rather terrible.
I smile, “Did you even sleep last night?”
She looks at me with sleepy and regretful eyes, “Barely. I was studying, I have an exam today. Now be an angel and fix me some coffee.” she says plopping down on one of the stools.
“I mean, I guess.”
“What about you? You went straight to your room last night when you got back from the store with mom and you never came out. Were you alright?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Good, now fix my coffee. You know how I like it.”
“Veronica…” I mutter while making her coffee.
“Yes?”
“Do you believe in what dad said? That you’d be better suited with this gift than me?”
She tries not to look at me, but she gives in. “Alex I could never watch someone die, and not want to do anything about it. Dad’s just being a little too protective over you, I mean you ARE his only son.”
I’ve know my sister for too long, I can tell she’s lying by the way she’s trying so hard not to look away from my gaze. As if trying to convince me, but she seems to forget that I’ve lived with her my entire life. “Okay” I hand her the coffee then walk into my room to change, without even having breakfast.
“Alex.” I hear her mumble under her breath, but the damage is done, I guess nobody in this house could say the truth. I storm into my room, put on a plain black shirt with some jeans and my black converse, I grab my hoodie and my backpack before walking out the door.
I’m done with being lied to, like I’m some sort of baby that can’t handle the truth. I was so mad that I was starting to tear up, not in sadness but in anger. I COULD handle the truth, I COULD take care of myself, and I sure as hell COULD save Michael. My vision was so blurry that when I was crossing the street I didn’t see the car coming towards me, until it hit me, sending me in the air, knocking me out instantly.
I was in an amusement park, I thought for once I might be having a normal dream but as we all know, this is not very likely.
I look around already trying to find a faceless person, sure enough I see her in line to ride a rollercoaster. I squinted trying to find any suspicious activity and I was shocked to see that there was someone behind her with a knife practically forcing her to get on the ride. I’ve done it once and I can do it again, I will allow this girl to dodge her fate.
I look around for the nearest person capable of helping me. My eyes light up when I see a security officer. I’m silently praying that he’ll be able to see and hear me.
“Hello sir.” I say testing my voice.
I’m pleasantly surprised to see that he turns around clearly acknowledging my presence “Yes?”
“Theres someone about to go on a rollercoaster except behind them is someone practically holding them hostage with a knife to her back.”
