If you woke up in the middle of the night, in some place that you did not know, who would you scream for? That question plagued my mind often. I suppose that being best friends with an alien, would make you question everything in life. I mean one day, your life is normal, everything is perfectly aliened in its place, then BOOM, nothing makes sense anymore.
You wonder if the man following you down the street is really a man or someone after you because you know too much. You start to look down the creepy allies, and behind the newspaper to see if the man reading it is really reading it or using it as a prop. You start to feel crazy and burnt out, and all you can do is hope and pray that you can get as far away from this town as you can.
I sat up in the middle of the bed with my heart racing, sweat pouring from my forehead and my lungs closing up. 'It's just another bad dream.' I thought to myself. 'It's okay.' I stood up and made my way over to the window, making sure that nothing was out of the ordinary, then I took a seat on the edge of my bed, clasping my head between my hands. There was a knock on my bedroom window. I looked up to see Michael standing there. He motioned for me to open the window.
I was hesitant at first. I mean my mom was right down the hall, and she would go all psycho on me if she knew that he was anywhere near my room this time of night. I lifted the window and he climbed in.
"Maria, we need to go."
"W-what? Slow down. Go where?"
He took a deep breath. "They have found us." He turned away from me, looking out the window in the same way that I had just looked. "Max, Liz, Isabel, Tess, Alex and Kyle are all waiting at the Crash Down for us."
"Michael, I can't just leave. Where are we evening going?"
He turned to me, placing both hands on my arms, and looking into my eyes. "I won't leave you here. They will torture you and I won't let that happen. I won't allow them to hurt you just to get to me. I love you way too much."
I let the words from his mouth take over me. All the pain, all the anger that filled my body the first time that he told me that he couldn't be with me because he loved me too much. Now he was going to force me to be with him every day, and not have him to kiss me or touch me the way that I needed him too.
"It wouldn't be any different than spending time with you and not having you to touch me. To treat me like I have the plague."
"Maria, don't be stubborn. Now is not the time."
"I loved you, Michael and you just brushed me off. And saying that you love me, and that's why we can't be together. Please, just go and let them torture me. Everyday with you will only be torture."
He pushed me to the side and grabbed a bag, tossing clothes from my drawers and from my closet into it. "You don't get a say, Maria. Not in this. I won't let you die for me, or for us."
I reached for the bag. "You can't just force me to go. I have my mom here and I am all that she has. I can't just leave her."
"We will come back when it's safe."
"And when will that be, Michael? Hum? I will never be safe as long as I am with you. Running is just putting off the editable."
He tossed my bag out of the window and grabbed my arm. "We can do this easily or…"
"Or what?" I jerked away. "You can use your powers? The last time I checked, mind control belonged to Tess and not you."
He looked into my eyes with a look of control. An emptiness that I had never seen. "I have her on speed dial."
"You would actually do that. You would force me to go against my will."
"If that's what it takes. Then yeah I would."
He climbed out of my window, reaching his hand back for mine. Apart of me wanted to take his hand, and to go far away from Roswell. For away from everything. Part of me wanted to have him to pull me in and tell me that everything was going to be just fine. That he would find a way to allow us to be together. Then there was the part of me that didn't want to play anymore games, that didn't want to leave my mom and that just wanted to pretend that the world was safe and that there was no such thing as aliens. I took his hand and climbed out the window, knowing that by leaving with him, I was protecting my mom from whoever it was that we were hiding from.