My eyes flew open, breathless as I screamed.
"Are you okay, dude?"
I looked around, taking in my surroundings. We are on the train, Ange momentarily not braiding Zoe's hair.
I look to my right, and tug on the emergency brakes. The train screeches to a halt, just before the train departs from the station.
"Arnav! What the hell?!" Ange shouts, looking at me like I just devoured the universe.
I break into tears as I hurriedly get out of the train. Mrs. B, Ange, Zoe and four of the year tens also get of the train.
"You guys go, we'll stay back and catch a later train. I'll see what's up," Mrs. B says to Mr. J before exiting the train.
"Are you okay? What happened? Are any of you guys hurt?" Asks Mrs. B, panicking for the safety of her students.
I remain breathless, taking in the situation. It was just a vision. It's not real. We're alive, it's okay.
We sit in the side benches, and suddenly Zoe starts to panic. "What the heck is wrong with you Arnav?! Why did you do that? We're going to miss the lecture! It's all your fault!" She says as she storms off.
The ground shakes and suddenly the smell of smoke filled out Lund as we see flames in the distance, barley a kilometre away from our current location. We hear distant screams and sirens, horrified of the doom and destruction layer out before us.
***
"How'd y'know 'bout it?" asks the interrogator.
After the accident on the train, we were transported to the police station to be interrogated as to why we got off the train, mere minutes before the train exploded.
"I wasn't feeling to good, I thought I was having an asthma attack," I replied, a smooth lie that was believable, because in fact, I did have asthma. It was more believable than saying I had a vision where we all died, but that could lead to thoughts that I was psycho, in need to psychological help. Or a terrorist.
After a few questions asking me if I felt better, etc. I was sent out to the lobby with the other seven. They all looked shell shocked, not quite believing how such terrible events had come to happen.
Hours after the incident, we were released from the police station, them not quite believing how coincidental it would have been for us to exit the train mere minutes before the accident. By then it was late afternoon, and all of our family's were waiting outside for us after being called.
"Are you okay?" My mother asks me, embracing me as I see her mascara running down her face, wet with tears.
"Yeah mom, I'm fine," I say as we exit the police station.
The moment we leave the station we all blow up and die.
The End.
Morrell of the story: You can never escape death, it will always come back.
Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed my little story, it was inspired by final destination and I hope it made you laugh.
Peace out ✌️
