Trains passed by with their idiosyncratic roar which was soon followed by a gust of cold wind, sending leaves, stray papers and empty plastic wrappers down the platform which occasionally got caught in the legs of the workers dressed in suits, trying to push their way into the heated train. Watching, waiting and seemingly out of place was a girl wearing a light, sky blue hooded jacket with loose black tracksuit pants. Her straight, night black hair tumbled carelessly down her shoulders in a wind beaten mass that had been held back off her face by a simple, rolled up blue bandana. On her right arm was a peculiar woollen sleeve coloured black with three blood red strips that made it look like something large and animalistic had slashed her arm. She hummed along to the tune being played through her white headphones, ignoring the bemused or scorning glances from the workers around her. 'Shouldn't you be at school?' their eyes asked her. She smirks, slightly amused at their antics. She doesn’t care about school! The last place she wants to be is in school, that place where they brainwash its students into being law abiding citizens, citizens that lose their free will for their benefactors.
She smiles, changing the song with a mere flick of her wrist to a lighter song. Slowly, her expression changed from an amused look to a look of sadness. She used to sing this song to someone special. That someone special was someone I once knew... a long time ago. She catches me staring and her eyes met mine before she fleas into the crowd then she vanished from sight. I guess she still blames for what happened to her little brother. I can't say I wouldn't do the same. I chose to save myself...all for what? A stabbing guilt now that I look at her. I could have saved him and myself... but I was so stupid and reckless... ignorant and arrogant. I shouldn't have let this happen...
Slowly with the grind of metal on metal, the train accelerated out of the station leaving me alone with nothing more than distant echo of grinding metal, hissing steam and the crunch of rubbish from the opposite platform. The wind whistled as it passed through the station, dumping stray leaves from the streets onto the platform which rustled as the breeze picked them up again and lifted them to the sky. I watch, reflecting on that incident that cost that girl her little brother. He liked autumn. He liked the cool breeze and the gold-red leaves. I listened closely to the rumble of the trains passing, the wind whistling... the stomping of feet.
I only wish I could have said the right words... done the right thing... even if it meant I lost my own life. Now this requiem reminds me of those things...
That’s why I hate my job. I suppose things could be worse right?
Jinx...
She smiles, changing the song with a mere flick of her wrist to a lighter song. Slowly, her expression changed from an amused look to a look of sadness. She used to sing this song to someone special. That someone special was someone I once knew... a long time ago. She catches me staring and her eyes met mine before she fleas into the crowd then she vanished from sight. I guess she still blames for what happened to her little brother. I can't say I wouldn't do the same. I chose to save myself...all for what? A stabbing guilt now that I look at her. I could have saved him and myself... but I was so stupid and reckless... ignorant and arrogant. I shouldn't have let this happen...
Slowly with the grind of metal on metal, the train accelerated out of the station leaving me alone with nothing more than distant echo of grinding metal, hissing steam and the crunch of rubbish from the opposite platform. The wind whistled as it passed through the station, dumping stray leaves from the streets onto the platform which rustled as the breeze picked them up again and lifted them to the sky. I watch, reflecting on that incident that cost that girl her little brother. He liked autumn. He liked the cool breeze and the gold-red leaves. I listened closely to the rumble of the trains passing, the wind whistling... the stomping of feet.
I only wish I could have said the right words... done the right thing... even if it meant I lost my own life. Now this requiem reminds me of those things...
That’s why I hate my job. I suppose things could be worse right?
Jinx...
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