I feel hands running up and down my arms, and I squirm. "Shh...it's ok, Samantha"
The hands come off me and I open my eyes.
Ropes.
Metal.
Death.
I start to freak out. I try thrash around in my restraints, but I can't move. I try harder to move, but I can't. At all.
I stop and think, as I stare at the night sky. The sky, means I'm outside. I feel coldness on my back. Metal.
"You know Sam, I have watched you for a year and you still haven't noticed me. Do you know how much that hurts me?"
A man says, as he hovers over me, and I don't recognize him. He stars in my eyes with an intense gaze. He eyes give me chills and I try to say something but I can't open my mouth. I can't do anything. I'm numb.
He leans down and is close to my face. "You are so pretty" he mumbles and backs away. He leaves my eye line of vision and I look at the stars.
"Do you know where you are, Sam?" The man asks.
No
"You are on the train tracks, waiting to be killed by the train."
I think about my mom. About my friends. About my older brother.
I'm going to die and I won't be able to say goodbye.
I feel cold against the harsh night winds. My whole body numb form the coldness, and whatever the man gave me to make me numb. And whatever it was, I can still felt every little thing that comes in contact with my body.
The man said that the train won't be here for another 5 hours. What do people do when they know they're going to die, and can't do anything about it? I don't know. I want to cry, I want to scream, and beg for my life, but I can't. My body wouldn't let me.
He makes cuts up and down my arms, and legs.
I wish I could express the pain I'm feeling. Every time he makes a cut against my frozen skin, I want to scream out in pain. But I can't, and it's slowly killing me, I can't do anything to stop him. I can't beg, fight, scream for help, I am useless.
The night wind has been blowing harder, and even though I can't move, I can feel every thing. My skin is frozen, the cuts the man is making right now is burning. I feel like I'm in a burning fire, but I am also so cold. I can't explain it.
All of a sudden the tracks start to shake, just a little bit. The man stops cutting me and gets in my line of vision.
"My sweat, sweat Samantha. Your time is up"
He moves away as the train blows its whistle. The sound echoing off the trees.
The tracks shake harder and I hear the whistle being blown again, and again, and again. Like its on a constant loop. I close my eyes as best I can and wait for my life to end. I wish, oh I wish I could cry right now. I'm screaming at the train inside my head for it to stop.
All of a sudden it hits me, and my world goes dark.
