Not your turn- Demise express

Philipp

Authors note: if you are sensitive to themes such as suicide and depression, the following content is not suitable for you. Viewer discretion is advised.
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Hey everyone, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone reading 'Demise express' and for sticking along to get to this point. This is a long one guys, enjoy
Cheers.
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Phil opened his eyes. He was standing in the portal at the end of wagon 5. He sighed deeply. He didn't like it here. But who could have known that there was another "life" before the final death. On the plus side, he finally escaped bis wretched life. He escaped his bullies, his constantly disappointed grandfather, his drug-abusing mom, and his fighting parents. Here he at least didn't have to pretend to be ok. Especially bot towards the people in wagon 5. They understood him. He stepped off the portal and started walking down the hallway, which was laid out with an old beige carpet, that consisted more of holes than actual cloth. It looked even more depressing than before, now that he had been in the luxurious wagon 3. He didn't know which wagon Lia was in, but it was bound to be just as nice. To be fair though, anything was probably better than wagon 5. The hall was also poorly lighted, and the wooden panels on the wall didn't have any fancy carvings either. The curtains by the glass doors, that blocked the view into the compartments, were also more like Raggs and the windows full of dirt and handprints. He heard a quiet voice at the end of the hallway. He knew it was not his place to listen in, but in the end, his curiosity got the best of him. He walked past the door to his small, cramped compartment, following the voice. He could hear it, it was a male voice, dark and somehow dangerous. He edged closer. It wasn't a voice he recognized. Evelyn was usually in charge here, and she made that clear the second he was assigned s compartment, so hearing a man's voice, other than Dan's, was slightly irritating. He thought it had only been Dan and Evelyn taking care of everyone here but apparently this dude was here too.He seemed to work here, judging from the red vest he saw from around the corner. The man was standing with his back half to him, facing the second portal at the other end of the Wagon. He was talking to someone, like through a phone on earth. But this man was talking into his golden chain he was wearing around his neck. "I know- look, they have all these souls here, and -" a long pause where he just listened. Phil couldn't hear the person he was talking to, but decided to abort the mission. This
person obviously didn't belong here and honestly, he didn't want to deal with it. He quietly moved backward. He didn't get very far. Evelyn stood behind him and also peered at the guy. "Who's that?" She asked herself more than him. The man quickly turned to face her. "Oh hey! I'm Cain. HQ sent me down to help with wagons 7-10?" The way he said it made it sound more like a question. "Cain huh?" she looked him up and down and didn't look pleased that his Black hair was messy and the vest under the jacket unbuttoned. "Well, I guess we can't be picky," she said, "Phil, Back to your compartment". He did as told and went back. 'Cain' was now in more capable hands. He opened the door and sat on the narrow unmade bed. He had a small nightstand next to the bed, a Table and s chair. Of course, he also had black curtains full of holes too. And just sitting there alone in his dark compartment...he cried. Pictures of his life projected around him. He saw his mother, slapping him after he had called an ambulance for her because she was super pale and her pupils almost looked white. Or his classmates making fun of him. How he was trying to do homework and heard glass shattering and yelling in the living room, People giving him looks when he went out to go to the pharmacy for his mom or on his way to school. Tears ran down his cheeks. After a while came the final memory. Him in the hospital, laying in the bed, hooked up to all kind of things, covered in bandages and bandaids. Outside the door, he could hear his parents fighting again. This time about the hospital bill. A nurse came in to check on him and took away some of the machines. "You are a lucky young man," she said "The doctors had no faith you would survive. You just lost so much blood. This is truly a miracle." Yeah right. "I didn't ask for this" he murmured. "Nobody does hon. But you should feel lucky. You are truly amazing." Those words struck him at first, nobody had ever complimented him, nor called him amazing. He spent two days in the hospital, just laying there, sleeping a lot. It was in those sleeping Phases when he would appear on this train. It was like a safe place from reality. At first, he thought he had Made to escape his body while being beaten up and stabbed, but now he knew this place really existed, and it wasn't much better than earth. Because even here he couldn't escape himself. This Body, this mind, he hated it so much. Everything. The memory showed him, getting changed, back into his clothes. For a moment, he was left alone. His parents were still trying to settle their argument. That's when he took his belt. A bit later, he was found hanging from the curtain rod.
"Wait a minute! You killed yourself?!" He spun around quickly. Lia was standing in the door, her hair messy.
Where did she come from he thought to himself before the train suddenly swerved and then suddenly came to a stand.