The wind is blowing through my hair, making it fan out behind me. The sun does not help the bitter cold air seeping through my clothes from the winds icy breath. The flowers tickle my knees, as I gaze into the horizon. The sky goes orange as the sun starts to set. Still I stay where I am. The flowers in my hand are starting to wilt as a tear dries on my cheek. I turn away and see my worst enemy fly past.
My enemy has a dark look, it's black coat is painted to perfection, reminding me of the beautiful gown my mother wore the last day I saw her. I stare deep into the eyes of my enemy, I could feel the hatred. I blink......and it's gone. I know it was them that took Mother.
People say I'm crazy, because they can't see the train. I've never met another living mortal that can see it, maybe I AM crazy, maybe I belong in a mental institute. All I know is that it took my Mother and now it is after me.
