Teen Ink

Sam

Pen against paper, I am writing. Scribbling as fast as I can onto my piece of paper, I am on a roll, words flowing from my mind to my paper effortlessly.
“Excuse me.” a girl’s voice says, “Can you help me?”
I immediately recognize the sound of my sister’s voice, but I cannot look up to see her. My eyes are glued to the paper, and my hand continues to write words even though I am trying my hardest not to.
“I need directions.”
I write faster and faster, as if my body has a mind of its own.
“Hello? Can you hear me?”
I open my mouth to say, “Yes, Michelle, I can hear you!”, but when I open my mouth to reply, no words come out. I try to speak, but it is impossible without a voice.
Slowly, everything begins to fade from view. My body seems to be under a large pile of rocks, pinning me down to the ground, motionless. My mouth hangs there open, yet I hear no sound. Michelle’s voice becomes distant, and even though I cannot see her, I feel her disappearing.
I wake up in a cold sweat. I look around the room, but my sister is nowhere in sight. I want to tell myself it was just a bad dream, but my lips, as if they have a mind of their own, automatically mouth the words:
She is here.