Traveling To Change

-Chapter 3: I am Mother Theresa

I was dumbfounded. I was seeing the child and wondering if he was actually telling me this or just being a fragment of my hopeful imagination. Did I hear that correctly? Could I actually help out my best friend?

"How?" I asked.

He reached for my hand. I hesitated at first but then took his tiny hand in mine.

"Let's go. I'll show you."

We walked far off, away from my tree and farther than I have ever been from my tree. We reached a big wooden door with a small round silver handle laced with intricate designs. It just stood in the middle of the field like it had always been here.

"Open it," the little boy demanded.

I twisted the handle and pulled the door open.

He strode in, pulling me behind him. I walked in like zombie.

Soon we stood in what looked like a pizza place. All too familiar place. Pizza Hut?

I looked around and noticed someone I knew. Wait, Emily?

Where am I?

"You can save her." He said and then let go of my hand. "Save her." He repeated and vanished.

I stood there glued on the spot, watching Emily and her mother standing at the counter, looking at what to order.

Then I heard a screech of tires.

I knew what I had to do. I ran to Emily and pushed her out of the way. She stumbled and landed on a chair.

I heard the shatter of windows and a jolt and then excruciating pain. Everything was in a haze after that. 

I woke up, jumping up in bed.

My forehead was beaded with sweat and I was panting like I had just ran a marathon. The only thought ran through my head at the moment: had I really saved her?

. . . . . . .

I didn't sleep the rest of the night. I felt like I didn't sleep at all. My eyes were too heavy. I could hardly keep them open. By the time I was starting to doze off, light started flooding my room and not before long, the brat strolled in like she owned the place.

"Izzy w-", Sophie froze in midsentence as she noticed my condition. "Oh, you're awake. Wow. Congrats." She clapped for me.

I took a pillow beside me and threw it at her face.

"Hey!" She screeched and grabbed the pillow, throwing it back at me, but I had already dodged it by covering myself with the blanket. "I'm up so you can turn yourself around and close the door behind you." I said under the covers.

She huffed and stomped out of my room, shutting the door with a thud.

I pulled back the covers and contemplated for the hundredth time about Emily. Did I dream it up or did I actually-?

No, I don't believe such nonsense. Things like that don't happen. Fairytales aren't real and I'm not mother Theresa. I don't save lives.

I heard my phone give a notification of an incoming text message.

I grabbed the phone off my nightstand and peered at the bright screen. My eyes were still just adjusting to the bright light so I had to make them into slits, that is until my eyes went really wide and I jumped off the bed.