The hellhole called the train ride home

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I clutched my bag as hard as I could as someone sat beside me. I didn't pay much attention to them as I was looking out of the window. It was dark and foggy, which was pretty normal for a November evening. I turned up the volume of my headphones as I wasn't too fond of having a conversation. I felt a little rush of relief when my train stop appeared.
I moved a little to show the guy sitting next to me that this was my stop, but he didn't pay any attention to me. I looked at him, starting to feel a bit annoyed. I finally built up the courage to ask him to move a little so I could get out of my seat. I took one headphone out of my ear and grabbed my bag.
„I'm sorry but this is my stop." I gave him a friendly smile as he turned his attention towards me.
„Oh yeah 'course, sorry." He moved his leg out of the way. I thanked him and walked out of the train door.
„He's pretty." I told myself. „He has pretty blue eyes."
I am quite a sucker for those.

But quickly those thoughts had stopped orbiting my mind.

I felt a strong wave of sadness building up in my chest as soon as I entered the hallway of my home. Lately life has been exhausting for me. I don't really have any explanation as to why but it has been getting harder and harder for me to get out of the bed in the morning. It could be that I felt lonely. But there really wasn't anyone to blame but myself.

I loved being alone but had a massive fear of ending up lonely.

I walked to my room and emptied my bag to start my homework. I'm currently in my last year of high school but due to my fallout with my parents, I'm living on my own in an apartment that I'm barely even able to afford.

To put it briefly, life currently sucks ass.

But there's still always that glimpse of hope in my heart.

I took a quick shower, finished my homework, ate something and went to sleep without any sign of excitement for the upcoming day.
Or week.
Or year.

But oh dear if I had known that things were about to change for the better.
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Hello everybody. So this is the first chapter of my first story. I don't know yet what's going to happen... I'll just go with the flow as Freddie might say. If you want, you can leave a comment. Also please, if you notice any grammatical errors, I'd really appreciate if you pointed them out. Thank you
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