The Train

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I lost my job, she told himself. They fired me. How many years did I work there? Jessica’s thoughts were put on hold when he heard the wheels of the train screeching to a halt. When the doors slid open, Jessica entered the train with the rest of the commuters; marching inside in unison with no emotion and with no heart.

Would you be able to pick me out from the crowd? Jessica asked himself. She replied, Maybe because of the black blouse and my curly hair. I am holding a newspaper like every other John and Jane Doe here. Jessica then tightened her face, as if she was wincing in pain, when he realized something. The realization smacked her in the face. She had led a very boring life.

The train continued forward as soon as Jessica found an empty seat by the window. Blue sparks flashed at the window beside her. The bright lights inside the train flickered on and off. When the lights turned off, she glanced at the window and noticed something outside the glass. Her eyes spotted something with glowing red eyes.

In the darkness, the thing outside of the window was smiling at her. This hideous thing had sharp yellow fangs for teeth. As soon as the lights turned back on in the train, the thing was gone. It instantly vanished from her sight.

This can’t be happening, she thought. I’m seeing things. I have to be. It’s coming from the stress that I’m unemployed. I have no job. I feel useless, she told herself.

“I am useless,” her red lips whispered.

To ease her beating heart, Jessica played out an imaginary scene. When I get home, I’m going to grab the beer can first. I’m going to chug it all down. When I’m done with it, I’m going to squeeze the beer can with all my strength. Then I’m going to burp if I feel like it. And if I feel like it, I’ll throw the can above my head and stare silently at the wall.

But that’s not going to happen, her conscience advised. Jessica took a deep breath. It was going to be another long day tomorrow. The long days would never end, she thought.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Except they will. Jessica’s eyes opened wide.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Don’t turn around, she told herself. Don’t turn around. Whatever you do, don’t turn around.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Jessica imagined seeing the frightening creature hiding behind the window, tapping the glass with its long fingernail.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Doesn’t anyone else hear this! Is it not loud for anyone else? Can somebody make it go away! Somebody make it stop! Make it stop!

Tap. Tap. Tap.

What did I do to deserve this? What did I do? Did I forget to say my prayers? What did I do? The eternal tapping is destroying my mind like the guy in the poem!

For the love of God, don’t turn around. Just ignore it. Just ignore the tapping. Somebody save me.

THE END

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