Margaret's instructions weren't specific but she told me what I needed to know. After tying her up and locking her in my moms storage closet, I run down all the stairs and make my way to the nearest train tracks.
The next train is coming in 10 minutes and I have to make it before then.
I fly through the crowds pushing my way through New Yorkers as they deal with their own problems. I sprint to the train tracks and don't see my mother anywhere. I decide to go right and I run following the tracks for what feels like years.
"Mom?!" I scream hoping she'll answer me. I see something up above. About 20 feet from me is my mother's small body tied to the tracks with thick climbing rope.
"Angela, over here!" She screams panicked.
Adrenaline courses through me as I run up to her. Her dark jeans have holes in them and her favourite blue shirt is dirty. Her long curly brown hair is matted and muddy.
"Its okay mom, I'll get you out of here."
As soon as the words escape my mouth; I hear the worst sound in the world; the sound of a train whistle.
My mom's eyes widened and she began to squirm.
"Angela! Find something to cut me out! The rope is too thick to UN-knot!"
I run around and kneel on the ground trying to feel around for something. I grab the sharpest rock I can find and look behind me. The train comes into view and isn't moving slowly.
I run back to my mom and begin to try and cut the rope free. The sound of the train comes closer and closer. The whistle sounds twice more as it speeds towards us. My shaky hands move faster and cut the first rope free. The second one is tougher.
"Hurry!!" My mom screams. The train is only a few feet away from us. I cut the second rope free. Grabbing my mother I throw her out of the way and throw myself after her as the train speeds over the remaining rope.
The metal wheels scrape the tracks causing sparks to fly and my teeth to hurt. I'm lying on my mom's arm.
I sit up panicked. "Mom, are you okay?!" She lays flat on her back.
"Yes Angela, I'm okay. Thanks to you baby." She kisses my cheek.
I know it can wait but I can't help but ask.
"Mom, what did you lie to me about? I got a text from uncle..." My voice is still shaky from the adrenaline. My mom opens her mouth to speak but instead of her voice it's Trevor's.
"Angela! Angela sweetie, wake up! We're late" My body begins to shake and my mom starts to fade away.
"Mom!" I scream.
Suddenly, the world goes black.
