He felt something cold on his face. Opening his eyes, he saw the ceiling of the box car. A tiny drip of water was falling from the ceiling, consistently every few seconds. One fell apon him, right in the middle of his forehead. Looking over, he saw sarah, her breath slowed, she was obviously dreaming. Sitting up, he looked around. The car was small, with hay at one end, and the others were bare. He stood up, and he felt a sharp pain in the side of his head. His vision clouded over, red. Oh no....no not now..he thought, clutching his head, in desperation. Be clawed at his hair, and squeezed his eyes shut.
When his outburst was over, he looked at the sleeping girl, her brown hair oddly reminded of him of a paint brush. Well a paint brush needs its paint, he thought, and red is my favorite color. He grabbed Sarah's arm, and pulled her upright. A scream of surprise came from her, as her eyes opened wildly, and she looked at him.
'What are you doing...?' She asked in desperation. She was scratching and clawing at his sleeve. He began moving forward, toward the open door.
' Nobel? Nobel whats wrong? What are you doing to me!?!?' She cried. He held her out over the edge of the car, the ground wissing underneath her.
' are you going to drop me?' She asked. No I'll wait until there is a tree, and I'll slam u against it. He thought. He forced her out farther into the open, the countryside flying by. She grabbed the rail on the outside of the door and tried pulling her towards it, but he was too strong. He forced her out, but she still had a firm grip on the rail.
' Nobel? Come back, it's me, remember? It's me sarah, wake up, wake up.' She pleaded. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the newspaper clippings. Showing him. Stanford correctional facility was all he needed to read, before his episode ended. He pulled her in, and set her down. She ran to the opposite wall and slid down, resting on the ground. She placed her hands on her knees and covered her eyes. Nobel still standing there, with the weight of knowing he almost killed the same little girl, twice.
' you know, sitting is the new smoking...' He said, trying to lighten the mood.
' im sorry, I'm just not just to almost being killed.' She said, obviously holding back tears of relief, and fear.
' I'm sorry, I really didn't do that- ' He tried explaining his outbursts, but sarah interrupted, ' who? Who made you do it? Some ghost? Some demon? Tell me, because you better have a great reason, because, because-' She began studdering, and looked up. Her eyes were glazed with tears, and her hair was messed up, and knotted.
' I can tell you everything.' He said, sitting down across from her.
' i already know, you hit your head, and- Sarah began, but he cut her off, ' who told you? Your mother? My mom?' He asked, puzzled, he didn't remember telling her, anything about the incident.
' I have these, signals from other people, they just tell me almost everything about them, I guess, ' She said, but must of sensed Noble's confusion, because she said, ' like a physic,' She said. Could she read his mind?
' you're a, physic?' He asked.
' yea, it's kinda weird...' Sarah said.
' you know, some people would die to be able to do what you do' Nobel said.
' i guess...' sarah said. Nobel turned around, and saw the setting sun, they had slept through the day, but he wasn't tired enough to sleep anymore, especially through the night. He looked at her.
'What?' Sarah asked, wondering what he was looking at.
' I'm just sorry I've done, what i just did to you....' Nobel said, but that was only the surface of how horrible he reallt felt.
' it wasn't your fault.' Sarah said, easing his nerves.
' i dont know about you, but I am not tired enough to sleep.' He said, trying to change the subject.
' me neither.' Sarah agreed, but she rested on the hay pile, and eventually, fell asleep. Nobel sat at the edge of the train car, with his legs hanging out over the edge, as he watched the moon rise up from its grave. A pale light it cast across the countryside, and he thought of his mother, would she miss him? Would she be relieved? All these questions bombarded his mind, as he stood up, and sat back down again in the corner of the car, and closed his eyes, but before he went to sleep, he opened his eyes, and looked over at sarah, she was sleeping, and he felt bad about nearly killing her twice. Looking out against the night sky, it's indigo waves were vibrant away from the city lights, and the smell of fresh cut grass, and the dark green trees, signaled the ending of summer. He didn't have to worry, he didnt have any school, unlike most kids his age. He felt sorry for them, but at the same time, he thought, he'd never get a job, if he didn't have a good education. Let's hope McDonald's is hiring soon, i need to pay back my mom the 20 bucks I took, he thought darkly. And as the stars came out and danced through the sky, all was calm, for now.
Yes i know that was a short chapter, but it was good, well I think so, sorry for all the random Ks in this, my auto correct isn't working, and the K is just so close to the O.
