You were sick of it.
The constant fighting at home, the never-ending bullying at school.
Who would care if you walked on the railroad track? Your parents never cared for you. Nor did the school. Who would miss you? You didn't have any friends.
Well, until now at least.
You sat down on the railing of the track and let your legs dangle over the ditch below. It was littered with trees and had a small creek running through below. It was peaceful.
Until it happened.
The train blared its horn furiously as it tried to warn you to get out of the way. It was going at a wicked speed, for a train at least. You turned to face the train, with tears running down your cheeks. You were ready to die. You were done with the bullying, done with the fighting. No one would care if you died.
As the train grew closer, you closed your eyes and began swinging your legs as you awaited for the pain.
The only thing you could hear was the ringing in your ears.
