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No Going Back
By Emily Elizabeth Maltby
"Pilot" Part 2
Nothing could've prepared me for that moment. A boy of fourteen, hardly
in high school, just...gone. It had been a drunk driver on the other end.
The bastard had lost his life as well, which to me made it all the worse;
no one to be mad at anymore, no one to throw in prison or hang from a
tree. I sat there for what seemed like hours, sobbing more than I ever
had. I had lost loved ones before, but for some reason the tears just
seemed to continue to come, just like in the bathroom at the ice cream
store.
After we had all cried our eyes out, people began talking about what was
to be done. Some were going to go to the hospital, and the rest were
staying at my house. More family would be coming soon, and I knew I would
soon find myself in a packed house. Leah got up from her seat, and
grabbed my hands as she went up the stairs. She went into our guest room,
and closed the doors. She began wiping stain marks off of her face and
fixing her make up.
"What now?" I asked, wiping tears from my face.
"I'm going to the hospital to be with my father," she said.
"I meant-" I stopped, realizing how selfish was about to sound.
"About you're situation?" she finished. "Sam...Emily, I honestly don't
know. For all we know that stone is on the side of 35 or the police might
have it, or..."
"No, I didn't mean about turning back," I said. "We can worry about that
later. I meant a story. For all they know, I'm just your friend."
"You're coming with me for now," she said. "Get dressed into something
clean, and we're going to the hospital. We can deal with this after the
funeral."
"What about when the real me doesn't show up."
"Sam, I can't, just...not now," she said, and left the room. I looked
through her clothes, and pulled out another pair of jeans, and a white
pair of underwear. I spent five minutes trying to get the bra on, but
finally just threw the thing on the floor, and pulled a shirt on. There
were plenty of girls that went without bras, right?
The hours at the hospital drew on for eternity. My uncle wasn't as
critical as we had thought, and all projections pointed to a full
recovery. But that didn't change the fact that Daniel was dead. My mind
was on overload. Every second that I wasn't mourning over the loss of my
cousin, I was thinking how on earth I was going to tell my parents, and
what on earth I would do if they didn't believe me.
That night was the moment of truth. I was in my kitchen, sitting in my
chair, and my parents walked in. It was a quarter after midnight, and my
cousin was in the other room, leaving me on my own.
"I'm sorry you got caught up in all this," my mom said.
"No, not at all," I said. "I knew Daniel too. I'm only glad I got to see
him before it happened."
"Well then I'm glad too," she said, sitting down. "That you were here,
not that-"
"I know," I smiled, trying to comfort her. I was scared and sad at the
same time. If she was really to find out, I had no idea how she'd react.
"If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know," I said.
"Thank you, ah...?"
"Emily," I said.
"Thank you Emily," she got up, and then stopped. "George!" She called my
father.
"Yeah," came the reply.
"Did Sam come home last night?"
"Not that I recall."
"Oh my god," my mom said. "If he hasn't come back, that means-"
"He's fine!" I blurted out, standing up.
"What do you mean he's fine?" she asked. My father came into the room,
and they both gave me confused stare.
"He's...well he's..." I found myself in the same position I was in last
night. I heard the clicking of heels, and saw Leah coming in.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Sam didn't come home last night," my mother said. "And now this girl is
claiming to be psychic. She said he's fine."
"I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation," Leah said, but I
could see her nervousness. "Right Emily?"
"Yes, of course," I said. But there was none. What was I supposed to say?
I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes, and said the only logical thing
I could think of: the truth.
"I am Sam," I said.
"What?!" My mom said. Leah sat down and put her head in her hand.
"It's true. Yesterday Dan found this stone, and it had the ability to
transform the user into anything, and-"
"So where is this stone?" my dad sighed.
"It was with Daniel when he was in the car wreck."
"Of course it was," he said.
"I don't believe this!" My mom said. "Get out of my house."
"Aunt Rachel, please-" Leah tried to break in.
"No," my mother said. "George, call the police. We will find our son
without this mad girl."
"I'm not mad!" I said.
"Well then why the antics? Why the games? Do you know how much our family
has been through since last night?"
"I swear to God, it's the tr-"
"Go," she said. "Go home, and take your troubles with you."
"This is my home," I said.
"Aunt Rachel, please just listen for a split second," Leah said, getting
between me and my parents. "I know this sounds crazy and screwed up, but
it's the honest to God truth."
"And you expect us to believe that on faith?" my father said.
"Ask him anything," Leah said. "Go ahead." My mom looked at me. I was
trembling so bad, and my feet were cold as ice. My mom sighed, wiped a
tear from her eye, and sat down at our table. And for what seemed like
hours, they asked me question after question about my life from birth to
present. Emotions began to cool, and Leah didn't budge from my side as I
was interrogated, helping where she could to prove my identity.
"So," my father said, breathing in, "let's say we believed you. What
then? Your complete identity has changed to the world, and that comes
with legal implications."
"Yes, I know," I said. "With all that's going on, I don't expect or ask
you to help me with that now. We can worry about that later."
"What do we tell everyone else?" My mom asked.
"Nothing," Leah said, looking up. "Or something that's not the truth. It
took us over an hour to convince you two of the truth; explaining it to
the rest would just make things way too complicated. We come up with some
kind of alibi."
"Like what, he's dead too?" My mom asked.
"Sam ran away or something like that."
"He'd never do that."
"We can't let this go public," Leah said, sternness in her eyes.
"Okay we'll think of something," my mom said.
"So you do believe me?" I asked.
"Yes," my mom said. "However messed up it sounds, we do believe you." She
got up, and embraced me for a good minute. My father hugged me too,
however short and somewhat awkward.
The next few days are a blur for me now. Hundreds of family and friends
streamed through our doors. Due to my uncles recovery, the funeral was to
be held in New Braunfels, so our house became the place to be. I remember
telling so many people that I was a close friend of Dan's, but keeping
the ruse was hard beyond belief. I still had no idea how to act like a
girl. I still clumsily walked around, getting used to my new center of
balance. The way I sat, the way I talked, the way I held myself was all
wrong, and Leah continually reminded me of that.
The day of the funeral came very quickly, and I found myself wearing a
dress for the first time. The feeling was so hard to get used to. I felt
so exposed to the world, when in reality the skirt of the dress reached
far beyond my knees. I was walking into the church building, balancing on
high heels, when I tumbled into a young lady in front of me, and we both
on the floor.
"I am so sorry," I said, trying to get up, when I found myself inches
away from my girlfriends face. A few days ago, I would've killed to end
up in this position.
"Emily, is it?" she asked as we got up.
"Y-yes," I stammered. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine," she smiled a smile that should've melted me. "You knew
Daniel?"
"I did," I said. "My family is close family friends with the Chases."
"Oh," she said. "You sure you haven't come down before, because there's
something about you that seems very familiar."
"No," I said. "The last time I was in Texas I was ten years old."
"Oh," she said. I walked off, and hid behind a wall as she began talking
with everyone else. My back hit the wall, and I sank to the ground. What
the heck was I going to do? I was in love with her, and we were about to
see a lot more of each other.
"You can't tell her, you know," Leah said, rounding the corner.
"Can't I get like one person I can tell?" I said. "I used to tell that
girl everything."
"Emily, no," Leah said, and she offered me her hand. I got up, and she
put her arm around me. "You will get through this, okay?"
"Okay," I said. "If you say so."
The funeral lasted for an eternity, and as quickly as I could, I left the
church. When I got home, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was the only one
here for the first time since I had switched to the other side. I fumbled
around in my mother's old purse for the key, and finally got the door
open. I took a step into the living room, and looked at the mess
everywhere. I would worry about that later, I told myself. I turned to go
into the kitchen.
"You know you should keep your house on somewhat tighter security," I
heard a voice that made me jump out of my skin, and tumble over my shoes.
I got up as quickly as I could to find myself facing another girl,
probably a few years older, staring at me. She had short red hair with a
single streak of green dye in it, and she stood an inch or so shorter
than me.
"We don't really have all that many robbers around here," I said.
"Well that's good," she said, and took a sip of coffee from one of our
cups. I looked behind her to see she had helped herself to our coffee
machine.
"What do you want?"
"You know Texas isn't all that bad," she said ignoring me. "Not a whole
lot a cowboys, and a lot more computers. Hell, maybe I'll move down here
when I retire."
"What do you want?" I raised my voice.
"Nothing, actually," she said. "I was coming to see if you needed
anything. You see, we found the stone. It's already bagged and heading up
to the warehouse right now. But you, on the other hand, are our little
problem."
"You know?"
"Of course we know," she said. "Seriously, when you look at the story,
it's pretty obvious."
"So then what are you doing here?"
"Just here to make sure you settle into your new life," she said, and
extended her hand. "The name is Claudia. I may not be a real agent, per
se, but when something small goes down in the middle of Texas, guess who
gets to go?"
"Who is this?" I heard my father as he entered the house. And so she sat
down and began to work us through the process of changing my identity.
Unfortunately, they could not allow me to use the stone again, as they
didn't know how powerful the artifact, as they called it, was.
"Don't worry about settling in," Claudia said, as she was leaving. "We
run into people with problems like yours all the time. You'll make it.
And hey, maybe sometime we'll find a safe way to change you back, and you
can come up to the warehouse for a visit."
"That sounds like...fun," I said.
"Trust me, this warehouse ain't nothing like you've got down here
partner," she said, imitating a southern accent. "I'll see you around,
Emily." She winked, and hopped in her car.
"See ya," I half waved as the strange girl drove off.
"We'll cope," my father said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "At least
the government won't have any questions in that regard. It'll just be
like renewing your license."
"Right," I said. "I guess there's no going back now, huh?"
"There's never going back," he said. "Just moving forward."
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