All They Didn't Know

Chapter 1

"You have to believe me." She says to the world. "You have to believe that what I say is true. All you have known is false. Everything about the world that you think you understand is NOT TRUE, you have to believe me no matter who you are. The world has been lying to you. You need to stop going along with it and look for yourself. HISTORY. IS. FALSE."

'In the beginning, the world was at peace. This was many years ago now, hundreds of years, but things in every part of the world were calm, content. There had been meetings taking place pretty much as soon as humans of the past had evolved enough to talk, to properly communicate with each other for the first time. There were many talks, and although the process was painfully slow, eventually, agreements were made. There were no compromises; because these first humans had come to a stage where every living being was unconditionally happy with what they had been given.'

As I write, I can't help feeling a little sad. It's such a shame that this wonderful bit of ancient history had to be erased. It must have been such an incredible time, and a time to learn from, too... But then again, things did get worse, worse than the people of today could possibly imagine.

So much worse.

So, so much worse -

And that's why they covered it up.

6 MONTHS EARLIER

Chapter 1

I sigh as I walk down the platform to my usual train, stepping on at what seems to be the busiest carriage there is despite the fact I'm ten minutes early. Just my luck, of course. The train driver drones on about where the train will be stopping, not to leave bags unattended, etc, and I could probably recite what he's saying off by heart, if I wanted to. And so, as always, I settle down in the second to last seat in the carriage and begin to read.

Less than a minute before the train is due to leave, a man jumps on, and takes the seat next to mine; I shift away from him uncomfortably. He's breathing hard, and as he looks away, I get a better look at him. He's young, I think, in a dark jacket and black jeans. He has the too-big hood of his jacket draped over his head, covering his face slightly too well. I notice, too, that from then on he won't look away from the uninteresting view out the grubby train window - as if he doesn't want to be seen.

Odd, I think, as I get back to my book; not that I can really concentrate on it for very long.

"We have now arrived, at Shepton."

The overhead voice announces, and I quickly stand up, and make my way to the doors.

And as I walk down Shepton's Platform 1, I don't notice him turning slightly to watch me go.

I don't notice him slowly smiling and nodding his head.

I don't notice him quietly murmuring to himself,

"Yes. That's her."

... And so I walk away just as I did yesterday, and the day before that.

It's almost funny, because I have no idea how much my life has just changed, all because I sat in that particular carriage.

On that particular day.

Chapter 2

Three days later, I'm sitting on the train again; but every carriage is a lot quieter today, and I end up the only person in my carriage... And still, he manages to find me. Seriously? I think, as I watch him totally ignore every other empty seat in the entire carriage, and sit down right across from me. I allow myself a little sigh, and after that, sit in silence.

It's only when the train begins to pull away from the station does he begin to talk, and I guess I knew it was coming. But what shocks me the most is the WAY he says it, so casually, so easily, as if he's known me his whole life.