Train// Zonah

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A/N
So, hi! If you see any mistakes or anything that could be improved, please comment it. I like taking other people's opinions on board and it helps me improve my writing. I don't know if I mentioned, but this story is set in London and Jonah works for TFL. also, the bits in bold are Zach ❤❤❤ now, on with the story »»

"Lila-mae, look at you!" Her grandmother smiled. "You're getting so big!" She squeezed her cheeks and patted her bum, signalling for her to go inside.

"Same time as always, mum." Jonah smiled at the woman as she brought her into a hug.

"Alright son. Have a good day!" She kissed her son on the cheek before pulling out of the hug and closing the door, leaving Jonah on his way to the train station to start work.

Jonah loved his job. He loved how he hadn't given up on his childhood dream, and how he got to ride the trains for free, when he wasn't driving them. He didn't know what made the job so fun, but he did know what made it so stressful.

The worst days of his life were the ones he had someone jump in front of the train he was driving. He hated it. He hated the fact that there was nothing he could do to stop their death. He hated the feeling that he had murdered someone, but worst of all, he hated that Tate took her own life because he took her to work with her and someone decided to jump.

Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, Jonah collected his schedule and got on his train, once it arrived.

Today was going to be a good day, he could tell.

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Blood. All he could see was blood.
Dripping from the blade falling into the pink water of the bath. He was going to do it. He had to. He needed to.

Tightening his grip on the handle, he lifted it and pressed the blade to his wounded wrist. He wimped out earlier, he told himself. It had to be now. It has to be today, just like he had planned.

He began to press the blade to his thigh, his eyes blurred with tears giving him a glimpse into his uncertain future.

He jolted the knife back from his skin as he heard a key in the door. No. He panicked. He was too slow.

"Zach? Honey are you home?" It was his mom, or should he say mum now they had moved.

"Yeah, mom. I'm just getting out of the bath." He replied,Jumping out of the bath with haste.

he opened the plug and wiped off the blood around his cuts before bandaging them up, drying the rest of his body and putting his clothes on.

Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself down and went to help his mother.

"Next time," he whispered to no one as he began to climb his descent down the stairs.