CHAPTER
SEVEN
Me and Graham are alone now. We are trapped in an essence of melancholy that can not be rid of.
We are on a train now, not as passengers, but train hoppers. We didn't have enough money to pay for a ticket so we hopped on a freight train. Graham has lost it. He's broken without Jane. He wont stop murmuring "I'll be back" to himself. We haven't eaten in two days, but we get water from some water bottles we bought at the train station. The cops are definitely still after us, we saw tons of wanted posters all over town, with our descriptions on them. Ive never felt so vulnerable in all my life, for the first real time.
Im scared.
Ive been really emotional lately, I sometimes cant sleep. Its starting to affect my appearance. Out of the six days we have been gone I now look like Frodo Baggins in Return Of The King. I need comfort and I cant find it. I need a reminder that its not over...I need an indication that my life isn't screwed up. I need love.
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A Train To Nowhere
General FictionJay is a 13 year old boy with a conditioned mother and a group of slightly odd friends. When he is hanging out, his friend Jane, causes a brutal situation to present itself by an accidental murder.
