My Mind's Works.

The Train of Memory

**WARNING!! This story contains talk about death. Do not read if you are triggered by this.**

**Not suitable for an audience under 13**

It has been 3 years since I got this train, heading to a place I had hoped never to return to... my home.

I wanted to escape, to run, to disappear amongst the crowd and void where none could see me. But life has a funny way of making sure to keep up with you. 

I sat beside the window, watching the countryside whip past me, as if eager to send me back. 

I wished for nothing more than for the train to blow up or lose power. ANYTHING to prevent me from going there.

As I sipped from my bottle of water, I looked around to notice I was alone in my side of the carriage, but it wasn't odd considering how far I had to travel. 

My mind wandered to the locked memories and opened the floodgates.

It was cold.. but it was a spring evening. I came home from work at the local bakery and was on was walking the path home. The calm before the storm as it were. I had been happy merely moments before I reached the front door. I lost track of what happened exactly.

The train bumped more as it gained speed.

I opened the front door with my key. Normal. I didn't hear much but.. that was normal. My mother's key was gone. Normal. She often was at work when I came home due to being a nurse.

I put the lid on my water bottle, losing my thirst for a while.

I walked to the kitchen for a drink. I saw rags in the sink. Not normal. I lifted one before hearing footsteps. Turning, I saw my little sister look at me and whisper. "Mummy.. Mummy and daddy fought." I had gotten concerned as they had never shown signs of being this aggressive. She pointed upstairs so I carefully put my bag down and grabbed a knife before going upstairs.

Time was ticking. I had to figure out what had happened in the hours I was at work.

I went up the stairs quietly.

I looked out the window of the train again as music played in my headphones, resting my head slowly. I hated that day.

I checked each room and there was nothing, before I got even more concerned. My sister surely didn't do anything. She was only 7 years old, and was slow to think. She wouldn't know how hold weapon, let alone use it.

That's when her scream made me run downstairs without thinking. I reached the kitchen door before I saw my father hold her body, blood running from her head where he had bashed her skull in. 

His eyes looked up to lock onto mine. "Run.. before your mother comes home.." 

That's when I noticed he had a bomb on his chest, well not on it.. but glowing inside the skin in a wound. He pointed at me. "She's lost her mind.. she wants us dead.." I heard a car and I teared up before I gripped my knife. "I'll kill her." I turned to the front door and rushed up to attack.

The door opened to my mother and in 3 seconds I had stabbed her in the stomach and she fell down.

When I looked back to the kitchen, the other ones disappeared into smoke and I grew concerned so I searched around. My sister was dead by her dollhouse. My dad was lying over his laptop. 

I was the one insane.

I had killed my own family.

I knew the only thing to do was run.

I looked out the train window before hearing the speaker announce the stop.

With hesitance I got off at the stop and looked around me. It was time to go back.

Afterall.

Where else was I going to kill myself?