The Bus Stop

Here is a random one shot story, don't intend on continuing on it, just a little burst of inspiration.

I wasn't going to do it, not because I cared about myself, because the truth was; I didn't really give a s**t. It was everyone else around me, I’ve never fit in, never really gave it much thought though, I care for those who care about me; that’s why I won’t do it.

It was like every morning, my mom will get me breakfast; say today’s a new day.

 

“Good morning pumpkin, here you are, your favorite; don’t forget. Today’s a new day.”

 

My father will walk in from ‘work’ but I’ll know that he’s lying and my mother will leave crying, and my father will run after her.

 

“Honey wait, you don’t understand . . . I . . . work . . . no . . . goodness sake!”

 

Jay will walk in from downstairs, and yell out something corny to his new and improved girlfriend, and I’ll do nothing but watch him take my breakfast and disappear back down into the basement.

 

“Thanks bud, I owe you one, little bro.”

 

And I’ll look at the clock.

 

7:45

 

I’ll take the ten dollars that mom leaves for me to buy an emergency breakfast, and walk out the door to wait for the bus.

 

1 minute passes

 

No bus

 

3 minutes pass

 

No bus

 

6 minutes pass

 

The bus door opens, but it’s not the same.

 

“Good morning to you too”

 

The bus ride was off; the bus driver was fidgeting with his fingers on the wheel, as if he were angry. And he didn’t wink at me, and give me that crooked smile, or his inspiring quote of the day; but I thought nothing of it. I sat walked to the very back of the seat, and sunk in it to be unnoticeable " invisible.

Today’s a new day, It kept on echoing in my head, but often I would shoot it aside, but today was a new day, it wasn’t the same routine, it changed today; I wasn’t going anywhere, because I was going to go where ever the bus took me, until it forced me to leave. I shut my eyes and was at peace, for once I was happy.

 

“Who did this?”

 

I woke up to a loud scream, but I didn’t jump, I wasn’t scared, it was only Rhett . . . with about twelve hostages on his bus, all of them, professionally tied up to the seats in pairs, I was in a forest, a deep dark forest, isolated from the rest of civilization. I don’t think he noticed me, but I knew that soon he would, because today wasn’t the same, today didn’t follow the routine, this morning, I was bored, this morning I was happy, this morning I am scared, not for the ones that care for me, but for me, myself; my life.

    Something that I’ve never really wanted was now at risk, and for that it was the most valuable thing on earth to me. . .  tomorrow.

Rhett walked around, every step he took shot a cold wind down my spine.

 

Please don’t hurt me.

 

One step

 

Please don’t find me.

 

Two steps

 

Please don’t- mom? My phone had rung, as usual it was on maximum volume, and Rhett -, with his bloodshot eyes were now looking straight into mine.
 

My life was changing within seconds - I knew he was going to kill me . . . It was the best moment of my life. 

Author's Note

I don't know what I was going for, I was just trying a new format I guess . . . (ignore the grammar)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Interesting ending.
"My life was changing within seconds - I knew he was going to kill me . . . It was the best moment of my life. "
The story was very good .You create a interesting tale. I like the set-up of the story. Giving the story a real life feel . The story held my attention till the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent short story.
Coyote