☀️1:00 pm☀️
"Traindom Express going from Woodland to Fiba would be arriving at the station soon. Passengers are requested to please stay alert."
I hear the huffing and puffing of the trains. The sirens blowing as if taunting me to move fast. The trains going ahead, leaving the stations behind. Like I wish to leave my monotonous and dreadful life behind. I hear the chatterings. Some full of enthusiasm. Some full of agony and pain.
Sweat trickles down my face, as I stand there. Surrounded by so many unknown people, I doubt I have ever been. Each having a different tale. Their tales a lot worthier than any other book.
I look up. The display on the top shows that my train has been delayed by 20 minutes, making me unsure of my decision. My decision to leave my problematic life behind. My decision to do something for my ownself, for the first time. My decision to run away. For sometimes, escape is the only escape.
As the clock strikes 1:20 pm, my brain wanders towards my home, creating a pull. Stronger than any magnetic pull. My heart, holding onto me. Telling me to go for it. My soul an arena for my mind and heart to battle.
In this indecisiveness, I chose my heart. Not because, I trust it or even my brain. But because, it is the one who provides blood to the brain. Mind, maybe mind. But heart is the mastermind.
I held the straps of my backpack tightly. And, I whispered to myself that, it is now or never.
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Traingers
Historia CortaTrainger /'treɪn(d)ʒə/ noun a person whom one does not know but comes to know due to a train journey. Myra Andrews. A 19-year old frustrated student. Your image of a flawless girl. But how can she stay quiet when she realises that life is much more...
