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1. On The Train

The train has red velvet seats so comfortable you could die. The train serves red wine that blends in with the red velvet seats so if you spill any, the crimson liquid would blend in. I'm sitting on this very train but I'm not dying from the comfort the seats provide. Instead I'm almost dying because of the stain I'm sitting on, I run my fingers along the velvet, bringing my hand up closer for inspection. There's blood on these red wine stained velvet seats on the train.

I catch a scream building in my throat. My heart beat is ringing in my ears as my blood is pumping through my veins. Red was my favourite colour once, now I despise it, detest it even. I run my fingers together as the vile liquid runs down my wrist. I panic as a crowd of strangers are passing my station. A young woman catches my eye and giggles. The woman next to her pocks her nose in the air and breathes in the increasingly haunting atmosphere.

I thought my first train experience would be prestigious as the upper class that uses them. (The lower classes, which I belong to, our districts aren't granted the luxury.) I earned my seat from Professor Thorpe, the leader of The Conspiracy Club, an underground organization of rebels. Professor Thorpe theories surrounds the idea of secret societies the upper classes are involved in. I shouldn't be here, sitting in a pooling of blood as members of secret societies watch me.

I'm attempting to clean up the spill with my best skirts, but somehow more blood appears, it's as if I'm sitting on a dead corpse that is supplying even more blood. I fear the worst as everyone's attention lingers on my frantic movements. How could I explain this? They'll send me to an asylum if I keep at this.

Next thing I know the crimson liquid is pooling around my legs while an audible dripping of blood can be heard coming from my seat. I gasp as it travels further onto the train. And I'm certain of the asylum outcome. I sneak a peek under my skirts to see what I wasn't expecting. The blood was coming from in between my legs!

At this point in time, I'm hyperventilating. Sweat is gathering on my porcelain skin and I can barely breathe. This isn't a regular monthly bleed. I can't feel below my waist but that doesn't ease my heart because suddenly I am dying comfortably on these red velvet seats.