The Train Of Fate

~ Chapter 2 ~

~ Micah POV ~

"I feel dizzier than usual."
- Micah

The rain fell like sheets, hitting hard against the windows, as the train continued rattling forward, taking Micah with it. It was getting dark, the clouds overpowering the sun lit sky, and she felt safe at last, safe from those people she left behind at the station. Micah didn't know what she was going to do now, but she continued to awe the scene outside.

"Who were they?" She pondered hard, gazing wistfully out of the window. She could see the town was disappearing, the train slowly taking her into the countryside. She didn't want to leave, but she had to. For her own safety. She KNEW there was no one to protect her now.

She ALSO knew that her curiousity always got her in trouble.

Her head was spinning, slowly slipping into a luminal state, but something else caught her attention.

She looked around, the place felt so empty and lonely ... apart from the one boy in the corner. He looked deranged, lost in his thoughts... or his music, Micah later realised, seeing that he had headphones on. The boy seemed to be around her age, he probably went to one of those neighbouring schools, but why was he on the train? He looked tired, seeming like he might doze off any second now, but she noticed that he kept fidgeting with something in his hand.

"What is it?" She thought, as she continued to stare at him, her eyes almost squinting, trying to figure out what it was. Micah diverted her gaze to the bruises on his neck and his hands. "What happened to him?" Micah mused, looking at her own bruises. She almost felt... sorry for him. He looked so hopeless, just like Micah. Eventually, she chortled. Guess she wasn't the only one with problems.

Then he turned around. Micah froze, flustered.

"Was I just staring at him?"

Then she noticed the tears running down his face.

"What happened to him?"

...

"Do you mind?"

Her eyes riveted to his face again, which was scowling back at her, looking like daggers. He caught her staring.

" Way to go Micah! Great way to make yourself look like a creep!"

She turned around again, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The boy continued listening to his music, WITHOUT someone staring at him.

"Wow, I am SUCH a creep."

Micah stared out of the window. She sighed.

She had a feeling that something was not right.

...

"The next stop is here" The train intercom burst. Micah got up to leave, trying to ignore that awkward moment just a while ago. The boy didn't even move, he probably didn't hear it over the music he was listening to.

She stepped off the train, not knowing where to go. It was getting dark.

She had to find a place to sleep.

"So this is what it feels like to be homeless."

She laughed at herself. It was quite ironic. Micah would have NEVER thought she would be in this situation. She looked around for something to sleep on inside the station, because she knew it was warmer to sleep there. Or at least it *seemed* like is was.

About a week ago, Micah would have been on her soft, white, leather bed (one of those fancy ottomans) wishing she had a bigger room, or if she could have a new phone (which she needed after her phone would glitch every five minutes.... the reason it broke is not necessary...). But now she was looking for a place to sleep... on the floor.

It was quite sad, actually.

The next stop is ... the sound of the intercom inside the train got drained out by the doors closing. She was outside.

"Wait... Are those guys..." The train started moving, but Micah's gaze was fixed on something else. Or SOMEONE else rather.

She had to get inside.

It was them.

The kidnappers.

...

She ran.

The train kept moving.

The men behind her started running too.

"Oh my god, why me?" Was all she could think about, she didn't have the time or the energy to think about anything else.

She thought the last time she had run to most in her life, but no. Now her opponent was a TRAIN. A fricking TRAIN. Oh, plus some guys behind her, who were trying to kidnap her for God knows what reason.

It was quite sad that the kidnappers had followed her all the way here to take her again, why would they do that though? What exactly could they want?

Micah's little legs were moving so, fast, faster that she imagined. Tripping along the way, she realised she was getting tired. They were barely tagging behind the girl. Her energy levels were slowly dropping, but she kept running and running, but the train kept moving too.

How convenient.

The train station was so long, Micah had been running for ages, or so she felt. Her legs were figuratively and literally dying. The train felt so far away, but the men behind were catching up. She just wished a magical hand would just pop out of the train door and magically pull her into the train.

How cliché. Right?

But it did.

It was him, the boy.

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Hai guys! It is me srxxya04 and i just wanted to say thanks for all the support you all have given me through my first chapters. I REALLY appreciate it.

I know this chapter is *considerably* shorter than the previous one...
*cough* *cough* it's a filler *cough* *cough*

;)

Also, I wanted to tell you not to be surprised if it takes me a long time to post the next chapter. I am currently not in the comforts of my home (because I'm travelling right now) so it will take a while to update, plus I had to split my original chapter 3 into 2 parts, because it is so long.

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ok anyways bai <3