“I’m going with you,” states my younger sister, Ellie, grasping onto my arm. I twist around, keeping a neutral look on my face. I try my best to stifle my fear, not wanting Ellie to worry any more than she already is.

“I’m the only one who can stop them,” I answer, trying hard to steady my voice.

“But I can help! I can’t just sit here not knowing if you’re okay!”

“No, you can’t help. I’m the one with the powers, the chosen one. It’s my duty, my DESTINY.”

Ellie shakes her head hard, refusing to let go. She looks at me like I am betraying her, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Let go.”

“No.”

“I don’t have much time—“

“NO!”

I jump at her sudden outburst and can’t help but shudder. Ellie charges into me, wrapping her arms around my body in a bear hug. Her tears form a damp spot on my shoulder, hot droplets that sinks deep into the cotton. Her cries rip my heart apart, each moan another tear at my soul.

“I don’t want to lose you like Mom and Dad.”

And that breaks me. All of the stress that had been building up in my chest finally erupts in the form of sobs. My legs grow week and I start to sink down when the voice in my head snaps me back into focus.

‘Millions of lives are at stake. You were chosen to save them.’

I quickly gain my composure and gently push Ellie away. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

I slowly lift my sister up, invisible hands paralyzing her body and manipulating her movements. I ignore her cries as I move her across the terrain, quick but tenderly. She zooms across the land: 100...200...500 yards away, until she is a small speck on the horizon. After placing her down, I lift myself up with my telekinetic powers and am whisked in the opposite direction.

Sometimes, although it may hurt, you will have to leave the person you love to focus on the bigger problems.