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A really terrible story

Now
At first, she heard a rattling. It began quiet but grew louder as the seconds past by. Then the rattling turned to a banging and the banging turned to a crash. The screams would forever haunt her at night. She felt a cold rush of wind and heard a loud creak. She was free falling now and she knew that she should be scared, she should be terrified. But she thought of that word, free fall. And before her heart had a chance to speed up, it was over and she had stopped moving.
Everything
was
silent.
Then she heard a ringing in her ear and the world was fuzzy. It was like everything was in slow motion, slowly turning into nothing.

Before
Aryen Chambers was fifteen years old the first time she ever rode on a train. It was her aunt's idea, and her mother gladly agreed. So, in August, she was to spend a week in Colorado with her aunt and uncle.... and her many, many cousins. Aryen wasn't anxious to get away like some may be. It was almost time to go back to school; she had friends to hang out with. But it was decided that she would go. There was no changing her mother's mind. On August 15th Aryen grabbed her bags, and stepped into the train.

Now
When she awoke again, her head ached. She reached up to touch it and her fingertips came away bloody. She cringed. That wasn't good. She tried to think.
What happened? Who am I?
Aryen. Aryen Chambers. She wasn't crazy.
The rattling. The banging.
Where am I?
She looked around. All she saw was darkness. Aryen felt around and found the booth where she was sitting. Reaching up, she found a window, the glass broken. She pulled aside the curtain
and
gasped.
The train was hanging from a bridge... over a rushing river filled with ice. Not even the darkness couldn't hide her fear now.

Before
Finding her booth, Aryen sat down. She rolled her eyes at the decorations. Why couldn't her mother just have bought her a plane ticket? Didn't she know we were in the twenty first century? Pulling out her phone, she tapped on Snapchat. same old, same old. Nothing new here. She put it back in her bag, crossed her arms, and looked out the window.
Her mother already left. She didn't even do the dramatic waving goodbye on the platform. Aryen twisted a piece of red hair around her finger. Why was her mother doing this? She got it that since her dad left, things have been hard, but this? Shipping her off? She knew she was never coming back. Her mother kept telling her to pack more things, just in case. Just in case of what? She didn't need 4 suitcases for a week in Colorado.
She sighed, wiping a tear off her cheek. She would sleep. Maybe she would be less emotional with a little sleep. She got her phone back out and found her headphones. And music. Just shut the world out for a bit...

Now
Aryen looked back up at the bridge. The middle of it was missing, the train fell in between the two tracks. Whimpering, Aryen crawled out of the room and into the hall.

"Hello!" She called, praying that someone else was out there.

Silence.

"Is anybody there!" She tried again.

The train moved, creaking from top to bottom. Aryen held perfectly still. What if it fell? She would fall directly into the river. The ice cold river. Why was there even ice in it? It was summer! This made no sense. And how could there be nobody on the train when it was full just hours ago?

The train shifted again. Aryen started to hyperventilate. She closed her eyes.

What did she do now?

Okay I give up, this isn't going anywhere. I'm too lazy.... So imagine what happened to poor Aryen. All I know is that she was going to die at the end. By wolves. I was going to make her get eaten by wolves. Okay! Summary= Aryen used to be a snobby brat, then she was in a train crash and everybody mysteriously disappeared and she had to figure out how to get down from the train. She then found a bunch of tracks in the snow. And there was a whole "why is there snow? It's August!" thing going on. And I was gonna do something with that, but she followed the tracks and then somehow she got eaten by wolves.

:) Admit it, I'm terribly strange.