Good and Evil

The Visitor

"Jack! Help me!" I hear a familiar voice yell.
"Coming Sam!" I yelled back.
I scurried to the ladder of the treehouse and look down to see Sam tangled in the rope. "Here, Sam, take my hand" I say as I reach out my right hand and hold the doorway with my left as not to fall.
"I can't reach, Jack! Help me!" She says.
"Okay, one second. I'll save you"
I latch my foot behind the wall so that I can hang down further to reach Sam. As I reach far enough to grab her hand, I can't grab her. It's like her hand is made of smoke because I just grab through it every time I try to save her. My foot's grip on the treehouse was getting looser as I frantically tried to help sam. It was just not possible. I climb back up into the tree house to try a new method of reaching her.
"Jack?! What are you doing? Why are you leaving me?"
Her words burned through my skin as she kept pleading for me to help. Suddenly, I look over where she is and she screams as the rope ladder breaks and she falls into an abis of complete darkness. Then the whole world went black and I snap out of my nightmare.
I am breathing heavily, just sitting on the treehouse floor. I sit up and stretch, noticing something on the other side of the treehouse. I crawl over to it, leaving my backpack on the ground where I was previously. I lift up the dull green picture frame that had fallen face down probably because of wind. I blow off the layer of dust on the glass of the picture frame that had apparently shattered from something during the time I was gone. I admired my work from when I was six of making the collage of pictures. Since the broken glass was obstructing the view of some pictures, I took out the glass from the frame and reveled the full collage. I easily took out the construction paper from the broken frame and looked at it in my hands, remembering in almost perfect detail the memories that had been captured in pictures. I went to place the pictures back in the frame when I saw a folded up piece of paper that I certainly had not put there. I picked it up and carefully unfolded it, not knowing what to expect.
It is a map of something. I know it isn't the town because I don't recognize any of the street names. However, I can't think of anything that it could possibly be a map of. Thinking it may be useful one day, I put it in my backpack along with Sam's note. I prepare to leave the treehouse when I hear someone talking to one of the gravestones in the back yard of Sam's house.
"Sam, please help me find him." I heard a boy say to Sam's memorial as he started to cry and sniffle. "My sister is dying and I need his help. She'll die if I don't find him!"
'Who is he talking about' I silently said to myself.
"He won't talk to me at school and when I went to the orphanage to talk to him, Ann said he ran away."
'Wow, someone else ran away too? They're not having a good week at the orphanage I guess' I thought.
Someone must have been walking down the street and made a noise or something because the boy looked around suspiciously and ran towards the treehouse.
At this point I was kinda freaking out because I didn't want some random stranger to find me and return me to the orphanage, so I frantically grabbed my backpack and my septiceye and climbed out the window to escape(for the second time today😜). This time there was no fire escape, so I just climbed up to the roof. I would just wait till the boy left.