If I were to start my story, I would set it at the very beginning. But since the VERY beginning comes from an innocent mind, clueless and unaware as to what is right and wrong and what is real or not, I will set it sometime simple and— 'human-like'.
It all begins with a simple thought, then the wires tangled inside your mind sends out a tremendous signal that causes your body to impulsively move on its own accordance. Leading you and your physical being at the very arms of death. At the very hands of someone or something you would hope to avoid for as long as you want.
"Do not let your circumstances define you, because it never will." A familiar yet a distant voice of someone I knew for an hour or two, echoed inside my empty mind.
At that very moment, I was prepared to give up. But as the remembrance grows stronger, banging at the locked doors of my deepest and darkest memories, I felt the emotion of fear. My calm and steady breaths increased and hastened. My body was shaking violently, I was having a seizure. And somewhere along the upper part of my immobile body, a warm liquid traces my hard set jaw.
As I laid helplessly on the cold hard ground, several lines, lyrics, and voices mashed themselves up, creating a horrible nerve wracking sound.
"That's Christmas to me—"
"Silent night—"
"... It just goes on."
Its deep and twisted tune did not feel music to my ears at all. Instead, it seemed as if the broken melody was ready to push me off a cliff.
I closed my eyes tight, fighting its effortless force, while loosely holding onto something that is not even there. But hey, it does a good job on slowing the process down.
"Miss?" A voice stirs me from my light nap. I look up only to face a man who was staring at my face intently, as if I had the whole galaxy painted on it. "Your ticket please?"
It was just a dream.
"Ticket?" I ask curiously.
"Yes, to board this train, you must have a ticket." He replies in a gentle manner, but the sarcasm is evident in his tone. As if boarding the train was an enough evidence to have one— wait.
Train?
Snapping my head in another direction after waking up may have been the best and worse thing that I have ever done. For once, the muscles on my neck relaxed, but it had attracted everyone's attention due to its loud cracking sound. I shrink back into my seat and looked at the man in a shocked expression. Behind him, the train had a beautiful golden arch, the railings and bunks were designed in such a manner that the intricate patterns would still be seen even outside the fogged window. The yellow fluorescent lights were dim and relaxing, but somehow, it made me feel uncomfortable. Last but not the least, the whole cart was full. But no one stood to use the railings, everyone is seated.
"I—I don't have a ticket."
"Nonsense," he laughs, "every single person who rides this train must need a ticket. In fact, this is yours," and then points at a mark at my hand. I twist it at an angle in order to get a closer look on the so called entry pass to such rides.
Closely observing it, I notice that it was not a stamp mark. It was a scar that had flawed my complexion. By this time, I should know how and when had I gotten this, but the more that I try to recall what caused it, the more I forget about it.
"This is the ticket?" I ask once more, embarrassed of myself for being oblivious to the regulations.
"Uh huh. Now, come along, let me lead you to your cart. But first... Welcome to the Train of Regrets."
"Train of wha—?"
"Regrets, my dear, regrets!" He hands me a pamphlet showing a painting of two children watching a train flying over them, it was as if they were interrupted by the roars of a steam engine. I flip the paper since it was a natural thing to do, only to find a caption behind it. Written in an elegant font consisting of curls and golden ink.
'Welcome aboard to the Train of Regrets'
I look back at him again with one eyebrow raised, and I think he had gotten the message. His broad shoulders slump, and the false joy that glowed from his mesmerizing eyes dimmed. He looks down at the velvet carpet, observing the fibers on it.
"You don't know, do you?" He asks in a quiet and still tone.
"Know what?"
"That the only people who are allowed to board this train are—"
CHOO! CHOO! A loud whistle ahead cuts him off. Oliver, from what it says on his name tag, snaps out of his deep thoughts and reverts to display the fake welcoming front that he had put up.
"Um, what were you saying about the people boarding this train?"
"Oh, they're just special, like you. You're special."
I slightly nod at his statement, not believing any words that he had said. But before I can even inquire more about it, Oliver extends his gloved hand gesturing me to grab it. I hesitate, but when the train shifts its gear, causing me to lose my balance, the kind young man had caught me before I could cause a scene.
"Easy now, lad. It's going to be a bumpy ride." He smiles and pulls me gently towards the next cart. He slides the door to the right and I cannot help but to be mesmerized at the smoothness of its opening motion. "This is car no. 1," he points at the elegant script carved at the top of the door.
I look at the sign dumbfounded, hoping to hear more information about it. Oliver steps aside and I move forward towards the knob.
Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Left.
My fingers curl at its intricate form, each of them secure their rightful places at the surface of the golden handle. I take a deep breath and slightly tug it towards the right.
A/N
Hey Guys! How was the first chapter? Thanks for reading my story! I also want to thank PancakeLover16 for commenting on the introductory chapter, it really meant a lot for me :)
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The Train Of Regrets
Aventura"You don't know, do you?" He asks in a hush and still tone. "Know what?" He hands me a pamphlet showing a painting of two children watching a train flying over them, it was as if they were interrupted by the roars of a steam engine. I flip the paper...
