Him and Me

Him and Me-1

Ashley

I’m feeling jitters all over my body. I’m waiting on the train station .Somehow I did manage to sneak out of home and fortunately enough there was a taxi waiting on the taxi-stand. I still had to walk a long way to find the taxi. But I know it will be worth all of it in the end.

I decided to wear my pyjamas with sponge bob all over it for this special occasion. Common you cannot blame me! SpongeBob is my favourite and it is my lucky pyjama set. I remember sleeping with it when one of my childhood crushes had come home with my cousin to sleep in.

I select the seat with the window. Enjoying the beautiful scenery will keep me occupied and I’ll be able to think properly about the various pros and cons about my trip. For one thing I know for sure, my parents are going to go crazy about this!

I’m just thinking about my trip when a man about my age enters in my sight and takes a seat beside me.

Okay no kidding he is freaking hot.

NO! I shouldn’t be thinking that, cause my Ryan, the love of my life is waiting somewhere for me.

This mysterious man seems really oblivious to his surroundings, maybe like he’s in deep thought. He looks as if he’s really depressed .I hate people who are depressed, I can just not tolerate their presence. I believe everyone should be happy. I know it isn’t possible to stay happy all the time, so I try to make depressed people happy.

“To where are you travelling?” I decide to make small talk. Maybe I can enlighten his sour mood somehow.

He doesn’t even answer. It seems as if he’s in a different world of his own. I splay the fingers of one of my palm in his face to grab his attention.

That grabs his attention and he frowns at me. That is weird. I ask again “Where you travelling to huh?”  “What the heck is your problem?” is his rude reply.

No way dude! You are not getting away from me so soon. “Oh nothing’s my problem, mind telling me where you off to?”

“I don’t know.” I come to the conclusion that this man seriously has some problems. “I’m going to the Vegas by the way. Isn’t it a wonderful place? Vegas experience so many thousands of emotions in seconds, don’t you think? There are people winning and losing, and drunk marriages happening maybe or depressed people passing out in bars. It’s such a lovely place.” I decide to tell him about my exciting plans, maybe that will excite him?

“You know what? I’ve run away from home. Well I’ve told a friend of mine to cover up for me but I’m sure my parents are going to find out soon about my running away. I’m wondering what their reaction will be. I’m so excited! I’m going to go Vegas and fine my Ryan, my love! Have you ever done anything so exciting? “

I’ve been blabbing on and on about my plans and when I look up at him, it seems as if he hasn’t even heard half of it, I’m annoyed now. Here I’ve been trying to enlighten him and all I get is a frowning face. A hot frowning face to be precise.

“Have you ever been in love?” I start again. Somehow I have a feeling that his sour mood maybe a result of something to with love maybe? “I’ve never been in love, actually, but I think this time it is real. Being in love is so beautiful isn’t it? A wholly unique feeling of possession towards someone and how you can give away a part of your body, your heart, to someone and trust them with it.” I continue.

“Please shut up and leave me alone will you?” He replies.

This boils my blood, “What the hell is your problem mister? You haven’t been answering any of my questions, it looks as if you have been tortured all your life, and you’re getting so freaking angry on anything and everything, now just tell me what your problem is!?”

I continue, “See it is really alright if you want to discuss your problems with me, all of my friends do that. They say I’m very good at advising. Actually I really love making people smile and forget their worries. It makes me happy! And I really love talking. So yeah tell me what your problem is?”

This time he mumbles something and stands up. “I cannot bear this life anymore”. Hearing that makes me alert. No! What did he just say?

 He is walking away to the door of the train compartment. The train might be going at some 90 mph, and what the hell is this man doing trying to open the door of the train. I rush towards him in an attempt to stop; even though I know there’s no way he’s going to be able to open the door by himself. Suddenly the ticket checker of the train appears and asks for our tickets. I happily show him mine, but this man looks as if he doesn’t have one.

“May I see your ticket sir?” the Ticket Checker asks. The man doesn’t reply, so I grab the opportunity to make up some fun. I say, ”He’s going through a lot sir, would you kindly take the money for the ticket right now and provide him with a ticket, and honestly the train’s going much empty so it won’t be a problem right, sir?”

“Sure miss.” He looks pointedly to the mystery man and says “You Mister should pay more attention and the next time, take a seat only after buying a ticket, alright?”

The Mystery man doesn’t reply.

“To which stop would you like a ticket sir?” The ticket checker asks the Mystery man. He replies nothing and just stares at the ticket checkers face as if his face is the most interesting thing in this world. Something is very wrong with this mane, I’m telling you.

“Where is the last stop?” I punch in. “Vegas mam”. “Alright give him a ticket to Vegas” I reply.

Thanking him, the ticket checker makes his way out of our sight.

“Hahahaha, what is your problem Mister Mystery man? Did you die away already after all and is this your ghost I’m talking to? You seem so out of this world, now tell me about your problem, common! Did you murder someone or something?”

He doesn’t reply just stares at me, then at the window, and then back at me and eventually on his lap.

This kind of pattern goes on. I keep on talking, and now and then I’d get a glare or a frown or certain mumbles of profanities through his mouth. I end up almost falling asleep there, when suddenly I’m woken up. When I glance at the seat opposite me, I see the mystery man has left, and the train is stationery. I decide to search for the Mystery man considering I’d almost stopped him from suiciding from a door which wasn’t going to open to him ever. I’m actually worried about him.

||Barstow|| the place of the station we’re waiting on.

I rush out of the train, and see out and about in a hope to find him before the train starts moving back. I see a silhouetted figure a bit far away from here. It is already making its way out of the station. I decide to run to it.

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