The Train Of Fate

~ Chapter 4 ~

Trigger warning - Mild language (it isn't THAT bad to be honest but just in case)

Have fun reading !

~sresre ;)

- Micah POV-

... He stood there. Quietly.

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"Give me a break, for crying out loud!"

Micah tried being nice, but this guy was really irritating. "Did he just call me a criminal? Is he stupid?" Her hand was very tempted to slap that irksome smirk off his face when he began talking, but she tried to hold it in.

Only because he helped her before.

She looked up to see him staring at her, the puzzled expression on his face was quite ridiculous.

"Oi, whoever you are, I know you helped me get on the train and I appreciate it, but your really irritating me right now. I wish you didn't help, so I wouldn't have to listen to your tantrums!" Micah began. He didn't reply. It amused her how he just stood there and accepted the blow.

She made a mental note - this guy was all talk, no action.

Fuming, she continued, "I've already had a terrible day and I don't need you to add to it, okay? My shitty luck is driving me up the wall and you are really getting on my nerves right now."

Micah glared at him again, still waiting for his reaction. He was sitting down now, twiddling his thumbs, trying to avoid her looks. This boy's personality was fluctuating quite unnaturally, as if it was an act. His strong upfront seemed fake, and it was as if he was trying to mask all his fear and anxiety. He looked distant and he definitely wasn't paying attention anymore.

Unable to get more irritated, Micah looked back at him and sighed. She would be on the same train as this guy for another half hour so she would eventually have to talk to him. Nicely.

"Look, I am not a criminal. And I don't even know why I'm being chased." She said, noticing that he looked a bit more comfortable after she mentioned that. "All I know is that these random stalkers started to follow me from school since..."

She didn't want to tell him. She barely even knew him, but for some reason she felt like she could trust him.

"Since when?"

She hesitated.

"Since the day my . . . parents died."

"Oh."

The stuck up boy suddenly looked up at her, a solemn expression written on his face, he looked sympathetic even, which made Micah's lips curl up a little.

Her parents' death was quite a sensitive matter to her, since it happened quite recently. She still hadn't had enough time to recover from her loss. Her eyes began to get heavy, and eventhough she tried very hard to keep the water inside, the tears started flowing down.

"You don't have to keep talking about it if you are not comfortable with it..."

While trying her hardest to not make her voice sound shaky, she continued.

"They were scientists. They were very good ones too. They made other scientists jealous, or want to be like them."

Then Micah realised: she was oblivious then, when she lived happily with her parents still alive, that it was not permanent, that she would become alone, isolated and lost. "I... I miss them."