We were on the train, Me, Mum and Dad when it happened. We were coming back from my piano recital, I'd gotten first place, I was talking excitedly about my win, Mum had even promised that we could go out to dinner, but not tonight as we had to get back home so the babysitter wouldn't have to stay too late before school restarted.
Then suddenly I heard a screeching sound, everyone stopped talking, an eerie silence overcoming the train.
I do t know how Mum and Dad knew, but at least they acted in time. Sometimes I wish they had though to hide themselves too, but no, nothing happens the way you want it to.
They'd told me to climb up on the luggage rail above the seats and close my eyes.
I did as they said, not really knowing why, but I still did it.
A few seconds later the sound of the train doors opening causes me to open my eyes a bit, thinking someone was here to tell us what happened to the train.
But no, as I said before nothing ever goes right.
It was men and women, black masks on, black beanies, you know, fully dressed in black, head to toe covered in it.
It was as if it was in slow motion, they pulled out their guns. I snapped my eyes closed as the first bullet was fired.
It echoed in my head, again and again and again as more shots went off.
Everything stopped. Silence once again overcoming the train.
I slowly opened my eyes, peaking out onto the floor of the train.
I froze.
Blood littered the floor, coating it like a layer of wax, bodies littered the floor, I whimpered, starting to shake.
I saw them then, my parents, limbs twisted in directions that shouldn't even be possible.
Black dots started to swarm my vision.
Thump was all I heard as my back hit the floor of the train, pain seared through my back.
That was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.
