!MADE UP CHARACTER!
Tw: suicidal thoughts, gore, depression, anxiety, sh
I was once told about the reason for the barriers on the rails. The reason is: no one wants to fucking live here.
No one has the money to move.
So they leave in a different way.
A bad way.
A hurtful way.
The air here is so bad, I got asthma, so whenever I enter a train station, especially Jubilee Line my chest freezes, and I can't breathe. I don't know if I really want to breathe down here anyways.
The people begging for coins, a singular pound hitting the ground could make all the difference in their lives, but that coin never drops. The sleep that stretches their eyes downwards never leaves.
So they leave.
My syrup coloured trench coat weighs me down, as I sit on a concrete bench. I set down my hands on the bench. It's cold. I don't know when the last time someone sat here, the last time anything other than rats touched this uncomfortable seat.
I'm the only one here, so my mind wanders. I remember when my own best friend died down here. The barriers weren't high enough. The lights came crashing through the tunnel as I was walking down the stairs to meet her here, 20mins late. She jumped in front of it.
My phone had died, so I couldn't contact her.
She thought I wasn't coming to our monthly trip to a cafe. I was coming, I was late. But not just late for the coffee.
I remember walking home, in a trance, horrified. Her body was never seen again, the only remnant was a splatter of her blood dripping down the far wall.
I went home, and yelled at my wall for hours. It couldn't love me, it couldn't care for me so I took advantage of that. My hair was being ripped out in chunks by my own hands.
After a day or two, I decided to not leave my room, and it stayed that way for a fortnight.
A whole ass fortnight.
After a week, I had the guts to charge my phone. I hadn't before that with the fear of seeing her final goodbyes.
Lovely idiot <3
_____?!
Are you late?
Why are you late this time
Why
Why
Why
I cant do this anymore
Do you still like me?
HELLO
PLEASE ANSWER ME _____
I love you
I miss you already
I miss you idiot
I played the guitar the night I read those messages. Loud. Very loud.
It was so loud I couldn't hear the train in my mind anymore.
It took a while, but I started healing. Very slowly.
This is my first time back down here since the incident. It's been 5 years. I'm 22 now. They cleaned the wall. My hands are shaking violently. I wish she was here.
But, it's only a wish. I can't do anything but move on. And that's why I'm here today. I'm moving to La Jolla, San Diego. This is my last time at the train station.
The lights come, but this time I don't cry.
I get on the train.
The barriers failed for her in the end.
I'll never find out if they keep failing. I'm gone.
Goodbye.
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