Save Me

Emma

Lying in my bed, shifting back and forth, I can’t wait for the next day to arrive to see my sister Mia. It’s been three years since Mia left for Chicago to pursue her dreams to be a successful businesswoman. Ever since I turned 17, I’ve always wondered what it was like to be able to do whatever I want whenever I want without being watched 24 seven by my controlling mother.

As I lay in bed with my hands and feet crossed, gazing up at my ceiling, too excited to fall asleep. I thought some calming music could help me doze off quicker. After a few minutes of listening to a little instrumental music, I fell asleep almost immediately with the music still playing and my headphones still in my ears.

I woke up the next day to the sun parsing through my bedroom window, my headphone and cellphone still in the same spot from last night. I crawled out of my tiny bed to the sweet smell of my mom downstairs making pancakes. I went into the kitchen to see my mom making breakfast and someone else sitting around the Dining table. I stood in the doorway of the kitchen, already knowing who that person was. I sneakily crept up behind that person, covering their eyes without saying a word.

“Hmm, I wonder who’s hands are these? Could this be my soon to go to college, Seventeen-year-old hottie little sister that all the boys want” Mia replied with a cute chuckle at the end?

“You got that right”, I shouted, pulling my hand away from her eyes before I knew it; Mia jumped out of her chair to give me a hug so tight I was gasping for air.

“Excuse me, you mean all the books want”, mom shouted, which made us both burst out laughing.

“Calm down, mommy detective. It was just a joke,” Mia answered, showing her pearly whites.

“Why didn’t you come up and wake me,” I asked, disappointed that I missed my sister’s arrival.  

“I thought I should let my beautiful sister get her beauty rest which reminds me it did give me some time to buy you a gift. This is for all the birthdays I missed for the last three years,” she replied, pulling out of her pocket a set of keys. I almost fainted trying to process what kind of keys they were. I ran ecstatically outside to see a car parked in our garage.

I jumped and screamed with joy as I was pretty sure our neighbours probably thought I was going crazy. With all the shock and excitement, I didn’t waste any time rushing to gossip to my friends over the phone about my new car. A few minutes went by before I ran into the house, begging my sister for some quality time and maybe teaching me one or two things about driving with no hesitation. She accepted my offer, and we drove to our favourite shopping mall to buy some ice cream while we gossiped about, school, Chicago, Boys, et cetera.

Moments had passed before finally glancing down at my cell phone to see it was already two in the afternoon. We decided it was time to go home before it gets late. On our drive home and eventually making our way inside, Mia’s phone started ringing before I knew it.

She was gesturing to me to head inside as curious as I was I complied. After collapsing on the living room chair I quickly scanned through my phone for a decent picture of my new car to upload on I*******m and after that, I would begin my search for colleges online. But with a sudden loud bang, I was distracted by the sight of Mia tossing her cellphone on the ground before getting into her car and driving off.

I’ve never seen Mia so angry before to the point where she breaks her cellphone. I got so worried, not knowing what to do or where she was heading. With a look of shock, I ran into the kitchen to my mom, explaining what had just happened, hoping and praying to God nothing bad happens.

Mia

“Good afternoon Mia Anderson. My name is Anthony Johnson your job application for the position of an accounts clerk has been denied,” the male figure stated; confused as I was, I started to question his decision as I walked around in circles trying to understand the situation.

“I don’t understand. I have the experience and Qualification for that position,” I replied

“As I can recall, you completely lied about having any criminal records, But as for clearance, we as an organization have to clarify that you are telling the truth by doing a background check which you agreed to do, but during the process, we gathered that you have been arrested three times for stealing, drug abuse, Anger issues and also drinking & driving. You have plenty more criminal records, but we choose not to list them out” he replied sounding very judgmental over the phone.

“Please, I can explain, you see”, I answered but was stopped midsentence.

“Miss Anderson, I’m very sorry, but your criminal records are very vile, and our company do not want to associate ourselves with someone with such a bad criminal record, so please, I advise you to try somewhere else”, he replied, ending the call without letting me give an explanation without even thinking I tossed my phone onto the ground, got into my car and drove to the nearest bar. It didn’t take long before I was completely wasted. I stumbled to my car while I dug around in my purse for my car keys.

“Uh miss”, the unfamiliar male voice shouted for some odd reason. I started to panic, thinking he could be a kidnapper.

“L-leave me alone.”

“Miss, I’m not sure you’re sober enough to drive home. I could help you.”

“I-I said l-leave me alone”, I stuttered, raising my voice even louder, swinging my car keys back and forth, trying my best to hit whoever was talking before I knew it. I got dizzy which instantly made me faint. I woke up moments after to the sound of a motor of a vehicle. With my vision still blurry, I started to fear for my life, thinking I could’ve gotten kidnapped and out of no consideration. I began to attack the person in the driver’s seat, which ended with me hearing a loud crash before hitting my head and passing out.