I watch as the train chugs away from the station, taking her farther and farther away from me. My best friend.
I do not, and I probably never will understand why these things keep happening to me. My sister? She's gone. My brother? He's gone. My father, my mother? They're gone, too.
When the train is finally out of sight, the skies open up and down pours the rain. Maybe it's God finally declaring His hatred of me, His slap in the face, His last laugh. He's laughing. I know He is, because now everything's gone. I have nothing left.
I plunge back into the weeping, waving, wailing crowd and disappear into the cold, gray streets.
My mind has left the planet, and it's not coming back.
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The Most Random Book Ever
RandomA book of random stories that I'll probably never finish. Some of them I wrote when I was nine and ten, so that explains the poor writing skills.
