One wish

I  get it now. It was rage. 

All that pain, the lies, the betrayal, the feeling of uncertainty, and fear, fused up into some sort of weary storm out of my control. It felt good. I felt invincible, unstoppable. There was so much energy flowing through my veins like blood- Sweet blood.  I could taste it on my tongue. Somehow I felt – revived.

Whatever had come over me seemed to have settled in me. I could tell as the chaos came to an end, I could very well see the damage I had caused, unconsciously. I should be frightened. I wasn't.

"Hey!" Hard knocks came on my door.  "What's going on in there? Open up right now!" 

The nosey neighbours. I get their frustration. The damage was great. Now more than ever I understood who I was and I knew better than to remain in there when they finally stormed in with the cops. Strange but I could see them. All of them scattered about the passageway trying to get a glimpse of what was playing out. Most seemed angry, but only a few looked–concerned.  

I flickered my eyes trying to clarify my vision but it was what it was. 

Shutting my eyes, I held on to my pendant. 

"Think of a place, think of a place"  I kept muttering in desperation. 

I could hear the knob violently squirming, any moment now, there would be a burst in. With my eyes tightly shut, I  hope my powers wouldn't fail me. I squeezed on my pendant trying to focus my scattered mind on a place, any place. 

"Annie..?" 

The voice, that voice. Could it–

I opened up my eyes at once.

"Chris.." I heard myself say.

I was right in his hospital room. I could see him in such a weak state. He had a bandage over his head and his face was pale. So much stuff was attached to his body, and my heart froze. On a thin thread was the one thing his life hung on and it was obvious but now it occurred to me I had some explaining to do.

"How..did you.." He tried to speak.

"Shush.." I rushed over to his side.

"I got in through the door, didn't mean to disturb you," I said, 

"But.. You aren't well.." He said to me in a cracked voice.

"Yes.." I replied, holding his hand as I looked into his eyes. I saw no hope in there. 

"Had to come to see you,"  I added. 

My eyes fell on the heart monitor. It didn't look good. I took my eyes back to him and faked a smile.

"I'm going to die, aren't I?" He asked me.

"No..no you won't..you will be just fine.." I said to him,

"How are you so–" He said, 

–"It's a long story but I promise to explain everything to you, just stop talking and relax," I told him.

"I don't–want to lose you.." 

That desperation in his eyes reminded me of myself and how I had gotten to this point. It broke my heart to see him so helpless, so half-alive. To his words, I shut my eyes, trying to hold back the hot tears building up there. I knew whatever needed to be done had to be done as quickly as possible and it had to be done by me. 

"Hush…" I swiftly touched his purple lips. "You won't lose me," I said, 

I knew he didn't buy it. His eyes gave him away. Slowly I withdrew from him till I was up and standing. His hands tried to reach for me weakly.

"I'm here. I'm here." I said, "I just want to use the restroom, I will be back." I told him with a smile.

I watched him relax his stretched-out hand by his side as I walked toward the bathroom. Shutting the bathroom door, I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes before they could run down and held on to the wash bowl with both hands.  

I knew I had to do something but had no idea how. 

Deep breath.

"I have the power of life and death. The power to do and undo. " I said calmly as I looked in the mirror before me. "You can't die, Chris. I won't let you. I won't." I added. 

Just then, the mirror began to shiver causing my reflection to dance unsteadily.  I looked down and could see my hands were the cause of it. I stepped back a bit. The light flickered. It felt like the bathroom swirled till it wasn't a bathroom anymore. It had become empty, only the mirror that had grown bigger all of a sudden and it was all darkness surrounding me and what seemed to be a storm. My hair got caught in it and my clothes gave it safe passage.

The mirror moved closer and it was right in my face. 

Startled.

I watched my reflection write something on the mirror from the other side. It caught my attention and I curiously waited for her to be done.

"Make a wish." I read out.

"A wish?" I asked but she maintained a straight face. Just then whispers came into my head.

"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride."  

Familiar words. 

My eyes opened up like I had seen the end of the world. It occurred to me that even at our first meeting, she knew–Sarah.

She had only taken advantage of my unreadiness. 

All of this was never her doing, but mine. She made me use my powers unconsciously that midnight. She didn't grant my wish, she made me wish and grant it. It's why everything's been so scattered, confusing, and unbalanced.

Mom said she made my powers hidden. Sarah couldn't access it and so she helped me do so myself.

How could I have been so blind? I allowed myself to be fooled. Never again. I now know what I must do. 

"Okay, okay, I get it. I wish.." I began. 

Making a wish sounds easy but in this case, I am not given the option for many, just one and this one must be the best I could come up with lest I would be throwing it all away. What could be the wish I must make? The one wish to change everything?