Train Tracks

The Train

A/N (don't read this if you are under 16, it's for mature audiences as it contains the following sensitive topics:
⚠️ eating disorders, sexual implications, gore, and abuse. ⚠️ )

Read responsibly and enjoy.

"Taylor?" I groaned as I woke to see him lying next to me. "Good morning, my love," he purred, rolling over to face me.

I was met with his radiant smile and bright eyes. I grinned and pecked him lightly on the cheek. "We should hurry up and get dressed for school," I said as I noticed I was wearing puppy dog pajamas.

"Alright, I'll go get my clothes from the living room." He had stayed the night so he could make me breakfast, which was just plain pancakes, but more than I ever bothered with.

I put on a collared navy blue shirt and jeans, then met him in the kitchen, where he was already dressed in an outfit similar to mine and cooking.

"Thanks, baby," I murmured, hugging him from behind. He reached back over his shoulder to pat my head. "It's not a problem. You should take better care of yourself," he scolded me lightly, referring to my eating disorder.

He served the finished pancakes onto two plates.

I quickly finished mine and smiled. "You still need to teach me how to make those," I chirped. "Mkay." Then I went to grab my school bag out of my room, along with my ID...which he snatched from me upon seeing it in my hand. "Hey! Taylor!" I yelled. "What? You never showed it to me when you got it!" he said defensively, smirking.

He looked at it and my face went red as he looked at it and he gaped.

"How did you manage to look so great in your entrance picture?! Mine looks like crap!" he exclaimed.

I fished it out of his back pocket, showing it to him and giving him an 'are you stupid' look. "Yours looks fucking perfect," I told him. "You're so much prettier, though."

I rolled my eyes and pecked him lightly on the lips. "Stop calling me pretty, I'm a guy. I'm handsome," I grumbled. "Nah. You're my pretty man. Handsome is for guys that actually look masculine~" he teased.

"Ngh- did you just call me unmasculine?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He gave me a shit-eating self-satisfied grin, nodding once.

"Tch. Fine. I'll remember that the next time you want a dick up your ass," I muttered.

"Wait, wait babe, I was kidding!" I laughed quietly at his neediness when he was sexually frustrated. My Taylor had some nerve to be a desperate bottom and call me feminine.

Well, he was brave at least.

"Alright, let's get going," I said, snatching back my ID and taking his hand happily. He grabbed his backpack on the way out the door. We left the house, swinging our hands between us. The morning was going perfectly.

We got to school and went to our classes, exchanging quick pecks on the cheek and brief 'I love you' s, between classes, as our schedule was not entirely matched.

We both had good days, not that it would've mattered at the end of the day.

Hating on Mrs. Kingsley was a common and easy topic once we settled into our park near the train tracks like we always did after school before going home. We quieted after an hour of ranting to eachother about annoying peers to listen to evening trains.

We each bought a pair of new earbuds from the general store, plugged them in, and were listening to our different playlists on our respective phones.

I got excited when I saw a new ice cream shop ahead, not too far across the tracks, so I tucked away my new headphones and let go of Taylor's hand to move ahead and check the hours on the ice cream shop.

Excited when I looked, I squealed happily. "Baby, it's still open, let's get ice cream!"

I looked back to the tracks where Taylor was still standing.

The tracks weren't very distant from where the ice cream shop stood. I had Taylor in view still.

And I could see the train running.

I started running to him. He was frozen in place, eyes wide at the quickly approaching train. I ran.

The train tracks weren't very distant. Taylor wasn't very far. I was running.

The train tracks were close....But not close enough. Too far.

I didn't stop running. There was a ringing in my ears, and everything else was silent. It all came back into focus when the train hit him. It was so loud. The shock of it all made me stop in my tracks.

I tried to call out to him but even I don't know what came out, or if words even made it past my lips. I think it was mostly just a yell. I couldn't hear or process it though. I was just waiting for the train to pass.

I saw the blood. My heart pounded loudly, and as I waited for the train to pass, I stared with my eyes wide, my vision going blurry with tears.

I stared at the red splattered on the tracks.

The end of the train finally hurried past. I hurried forward. I only found limbs. Parts of him were spread up and down the tracks, blood splattered around the pieces.

I found his hand.