As a young woman wanders the night after her train is missed the night slowly takes a turn as it unfolds, she questions her madness...But it's only the beginning
It's Cold for a late February night, the harsh touch of the metal bench I'm sitting on doesn't help keep me warm. I saw her there on the opposite side of the tracks directly across. Just standing there in opposition with a blank expression and whatever was left of a smile. A smile that only looked like a long forgotten thought or memory. Her face seemed dull, lifeless almost. Although I could only see half of her face, she seemed conflicted. Or was it scared?
She was wearing an old brown coat with a red scarf wrapped around her neck, and black shoes which seemed worn out. Watching her, I noticed the center of her attention was directed towards the tracks, she seemed In deep thought which is not always the best idea.
As I hear the harsh screeching of the tracks get closer and feel the slight gush of wind hit me.
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I notice her slight movement towards the tracks. the breeze hits, and her long auburn hair brushes away from her shoulders exposing the rest of her face. She's bleeding!! Her face is cut, torn almost. Her right cheek is cut to where the inside of her mouth is exposed. Secreting Blood drips onto the concrete. I stand quickly and shout "Oh my god! ma'am? Are you okay?" I can feel my voice quiver as I speak. She has no reply, not even a single look. She seemed unaffected by my questioning.
Just when I begin to muster the words and ask her if she needs help the train shoots before us, she takes a step forward... And I loose her image. Did she just jump in front of the train? I stand there in shock. Scared. What just happened?
I think to myself. Panicked I feel the train leave me there, but I don't even move my mind hasn't processed what just occurred. I get the courage to walk up to the tracks and I feel myself trembling, terrified about what I might see. I walk up slowly and ...a red scarf snagged on the tracks.
