"Don't. Listen. To. Them!" I panted, as they dragged me away.

"That's not what's right for the world!"

"I know. But it's what's right for me." Alexandra cried, as if she didn't have a choice. We had been friends since age 3, so I could practically read her mind. Right now, I wish I couldn't.

"You do TOO have a choice..." But it was too late. She had faded from sight. Around 5 minutes later, I heard a

"You're right," That's when I found out we could also hear each others thoughts.

"I'm coming."

Alexandra ran into view, and I knew no matter what happened, I had her on my side.