Revolution

TWO

I got a seat in a department that was mostly used as metal storage. I sat in the corner curled up in the corner. On the corner across from mine a girl and boy sat. I couldn’t exactly see how they looked because the lighting was so bad and because of their brown hooded cloak hid them from me. We didn’t talk to each other, but now and then the girl would murmur something to her brother and he would either shake his head or nod.

            I didn’t care much about them. Especially not when they pretended I wasn’t there. Every time the Rail stopped a Rail worker would come to put stuff away. Most pretended not to notice us, some glanced our way but did nothing. I pretended that I would find father and that everything would be alright.

            I didn’t know how long I’d been in the train. Due to the lack of windows I couldn’t even tell if it was night or day. Hunger scratched my stomach grumbling more constantly as time passed, my parched lips seemed to have sealed my lips. I didn’t know what to do.

            I was lying on my side on the brink of exhaustion when I heard the door screech open and shut. I kept my eyes shut.

            “Are you even a girl?” I heard a nasal voice ask. I tensed, and opened my eyes.

            The man was looking at the two passengers across from me. They were looking up at the man with caution. “Are you a boy or a girl?” he asked, sounding annoyed. He raised his foot, as if he wanted to kick them.

            I couldn’t blame them for not answering. They had probably not eaten longer than me.

            “Answer me!” The man bellowed as he reached over and pulled the girl’s hood off. Bright orange  hair spilled over her face, she stared at the man shocked. Deep dark bags under her girls against her pale complexion made her look like a skull. I sucked in a breath.

            The boy lunged at the man; his hood slipping off revealing an equally tired face, and bright fiery hair. Unfortunately, the boy was so skinny that the man didn’t even have to waste much energy tossing him to the side and kick him in the stomach.

            “Don’t! Let him be!” The girl screamed, with an accent that made my toes curl. It was a really nice accent. She ran over to man and began pounding her fist on the man., screaming. Her fists held no power; he simply turned and smacked her across the face with the back of his hand. She went flying. Her frail body hit the wall hard before falling onto the ground.

            My heart stopped in horror as I watched her body convulse. Her head repeatedly bounced of he ground, her limbs twisted this was and that. I couldn’t look away and neither could the man.

            The boy had managed to crawl from the other side to the sister. “Marie!” He yelled with the same accent. However, maybe it was due to the gruesome scene before me but the accent seemed anything but appealing. It made me want to puke. 

            He held her head so it quit hitting the ground. Tears streaked his face and the girl’s body kept of shaking.

            Finally, she stopped shaking. The boy let go off her. Her head lolled to the side so I could see right into her blank eyes. Beautiful green eyes...or at least they would’ve been if they weren’t so blank like my mother’s.

            “You killed her.” I breathed, unable to peel my eyes off her.

            “No...no I didn’t!” The man replied. My fist clenched the edge of my dress.

            “You killed her.” I repeated louder. I turned my gaze towards him. The man was so shaken the scene that the front side of his trousers were wet. I wanted to laugh at him, but I couldn’t. I felt my lips twist ad harden into a sneer. “You killed her.” I said again. “You’re a murder.” I glared at him.