The Midnight Train [DISCONTINUED]

Preface

Preface

Dedicated to TaniaMier for introducing me to Wattpad (:

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A/N - HI~ A quick warning that this chapter rants a lot so you can skip to the last paragraph if you can't be bothered... But I strongly recommend you read the whole thing so you can fully understand the metaphors, similes and the weird life lessons.

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Change.

Everything can change in a split second. Your entire life could be a lie. Your family - the deceivers. Even who you are as a being.

Speaking hypothetically, there was a teenage girl - okay, to make it easier, let's pretend that you are that girl.You had to make a single decision. A decision which would change the course of your whole life, would you choose the change - or live your life regretting the possibilities?

Would you choose to explore? To escape? To discover?

Would you choose to run away on your own? To be finally independent to do whatever you want?

To finally mourn openly without hiding your despair and the inevitable sorrow and misery that would accompany the very depths of your heart?

To rely on no one, save for the lonesome figure that is yourself? To lose the trust of the closest people you had: your parents? And lose the comfort of the warm hearth that was your home?

The only message you had was a ring that gave you the epiphany of your supposed life. The ring that gave you the revelation and realisation of the true creatures behind the masks of forged affection and warmth. And a pendant that marks the only true bond you ever had; given by your one and only true friend.

That teenage girl didn't think there really was a choice... I didn't think there really was a choice, speaking 'hypothetically', or not.

Even if I stayed, nothing would've been the same. There will always be evidence of the consequences of change.

What was I saying about warmth and comfort? It would've been lost. Replaced by the grey dullness and loss of the bright sunshine.

Mourning openly? Forget it. It was their fault. Them. My parents. They had killed him. I would have had to suffer the heartache in isolation. And even then, I would have had to put on show of false bravado.

It would be obvious to choose the better option, but what is the better option? Huh, I wish I knew.

I have a theory.

People philosophise over life being a road, a path or a journey. Yet, when I think about it, it's like we're walking on threads that build up a web. At each intersection, you would have to make a decision - a choice. Big or small, it would alter the direction you must walk.

Eventually, you'd have to make it to the edge or a broken thread. Maybe even a spider. Death is inevitable, whether from old age or disease to those caused by irrevocable mistakes. You can't cheat death.

My thread is thin. A baby had crawled along a strong thread that came across an intersection. This intersection was caused by an interfering thread that had crossed over. This other thread belonged to my 'supposed' parents. Supposed, because I don't really know who I am anymore, better yet, who they are. What could poor, helpless baby do but crawl along the most appealing thread - the thickest thread. Instead of crawling along the most consistent thread, poor baby had to choose the thickest, which involved following my parents' thread.

Over time, that thick thread had grown thinner and thinner, until now, it almost snaps with a twang under the weight of 16-year-old me.

The thread I have chosen to walk, may lead me to a spider or directly to the very edge, but if I kept walking down the thin thread without the change - the thread would've thinned out and given out under me, dropping me in the oblivion below that was the darkness of death.

I've chosen to run away.

And why, you ask, am I ranting on and on about running away? What's going on? What am I talking about?

There's a reason behind everything.

Reason makes you stop and think, but it's the reason which makes you consider to act.

Reason made me consider the options but my mind will always wonder back to the reason. What is the reason? What is my story?

Let's start off with: Hi, my name is Carrie Temmer, and my parents killed one of my one best friends; Trent Thorn.

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