why must I be a pagan in love

train tracks

It was a perfect night, the air was warm. Like it was homey and inviting, with a cool breeze to keep you from fading away.

I was coursing down the road, my usal rout to my house. Thank hecate I had finished my shift I would've killed someone soon.

But the drive and music relaxed me so much. I didn't even want to go home I just wanted to stay here in this moment for hours.

I had drove to the train tracks it was different, the air had changed. It felt cold, unsettling, strange.

The lights for the train blinked, i stopped my car. I didn't want to become train road kill.

"Help," I heard someone call, almost like a whisper.
"Help me please." I heard it again.

And there it was, a man was on the tracks. I didn't know what to do.
I couldn't run onto the tracks,
But I couldn't let him die

(What ur about to read is not true do not attempt this please don't. This is all fiction)

I jumped out of my car, running as fast a possible. Got to him I tried so hard to pull him of the tracks. I dragged and dragged as far as I could.

I was halfway there but then I heard it
{Chuguh} (thats the train noise)
I began to panick.
Holy shit I'm going to be road kill.

I then dragged faster and harder until his feet were of the tracks. I was able to pull him even further.

The train rushed behind me. I was tired and almost passed out. I couldn't even breathe.

Then a jolt of panick came to my mind.
What the fuck just happened!!!
How did I survive,
Is that guy okay??
IS HE DEAD!!!!

I immediately sat up. And checked the guy if he was still breathing. I checked his legs and arms all good all okay really strong though. Dam.

Moving on! I looked at his face it was all perfectly fine, and pretty and dam handsome. His skin was pale and lacked life.

Which ment he was bleeding!
Oh shit!
I grab his head and checked behind his scalp. It wasn't bleeding but dam his hair was soft, it was raven dark, but his head was alright.

I checked to find blood. Nothing.
Wait his torso. I pulled his shirt up.
Mother Fucker
A huge gash for his left rib to his right.
It didn't look normal almost dark

I applied pressure and hurried to my car. I grabbed my old sweat shirt and ran back to try to cover it.

I dragged him to my car and was even able to get him in the back seat. He better not get any blood on my car or I will beat his ass even more!!!

That was all I could think of...all I could do until I got home.

Okay thank you. This is the end of chapter 1 and I hope you like it, cuz trust me it will get so much better.