UndefinedA Story by PriscilaPAmateur writing please enjoy your self and do not steal my ideas but let this help ou create new one.Nobody told her she was supposed to be at the train station. She just was. The tall, dark figure standing behind her knew she would be there. Funny, she thought she’d been here a couple times before but of course just like every other event she’d experience it several times. She stopped noticing how much familiar everything seemed to her. Her friends would laugh at her, again. Somehow she felt all of the upcoming events about to wrap around her. She could hear the train now, and an overwhelming anxiety ringing in her ears. Then a lost memory begin to spark, like a lightbulb about to faint and disappear in the darkness. The train would not stop, it could not. She ran as far away as she could from the tracks. then she saw it, the train tilted over with extreme speed and crushed all of the bystanders. Sunday morning, after mass, and fifteen people were already gone, just like that. How did she know? She did not know or care. She, was safe. She turned to look back feeling someone staring at her and smiling freakishly, quickly she turned only to catch a glimpse of a shadow.
It was 11 am when she found the note on the fridge. “Your brother is coming home today, pick him up at the train station after mass”. Could her bother have a death wish for her? She knew that she was not necessarily her mother’s favorite, but she could not help feeling sorry for herself. © 2015 PriscilaPAuthor's Note
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