Prologue

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It’s time.

I wake up from a dreamless sleep minutes before the alarm on my phone goes off. I turn the alarm off so it doesn’t wake my parents, who are sleeping just across the hall. I am already fully dressed so I just have to slip on my shoes. I grab my phone off of my nightstand and tuck it in my pocket. Just in case.

A moment later, I close the front door behind me and jog down the porch steps out to the road. With a few streetlamps as my only source of light in the midnight darkness, I begin to walk along the road. The only sound I hear is the tread of my footsteps, soft and careful. My eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, which makes the journey easier.

Questions rush through my mind as I walk to my destination. My final destination, that is. What if this doesn’t work? Who will find me? Should I turn around now? I try to stop thinking about it, but there is nothing else to think about. This is it, I tell myself. No backing out. Besides, why back out? It will be quick, simple, painless… and after this? No pain. No worries. No worries, no worries, no worries… The words echo in my mind.

It seems like it takes hours to get to the train tracks, but finally, I arrive. And just in time. The train is approaching, coming closer each second. I inch my way closer to the tracks. Part of me is saying, what if? The other part of me is saying, just do it.

I try to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut and the continuous stream of questions in my mind. The train is coming closer and closer. Time is running out.

Make a decision! What if…painless, no pain…but what if…no worries.

The train is only inches away. I take a step forward. The train whistle blows, and suddenly, blackness surrounds me. 

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