Not your turn- Demise express

Part 13-Memories

I made it! I was a bit dizzy, but I had actually used the portal by myself. But was this really wagon 5? It looked so different from wagon 2 & 3. Much darker, worn out and by far not as fancy and luxurious. To be completely honest...it was a mess and dirty. I tried to just ignore that fact and move on to find Phil's compartment. Daniel would be after me soon once he noticed I'm missing. Good thing I took advantage of the Situation and booked it as soon as possible. I tried looking through the glass doors as I walked by, trying to catch a glimpse of the Person inside, but again it was like trying to look through fog or mist: I saw little to nothing. As much as I liked this system of protecting everyone's privacy, in moments like this, that it was very inconvenient. I would have to knock on every single door to find Phil. If he even was in his compartment. I tried not to think of that. He had to be here, he had to! He was the only one who knew where the waiting area was because I thought Emily might be there. I even swung by her compartment on my way here, but she wasn't there, so the only logical explanation was that she was in the waiting area. But I didn't know where that was, so I needed Phil to get there. I needed to tell Phil what I had seen and then I needed to talk to Emily, desperately. My mind was still in shock, but i also knew I had to move fast. I came by a compartment, with a slightly open door. I heard quite, suppressed sobbing from inside. I had to do something to help, even if it was just gonna barge in, again, but I would have loved for some comforting from someone when I first got here. It was decided. I opened the door and froze. I had never seen anything like this before. All around the dark, shabby room were floating moving Images. It was too much happening at the same time to focus on a specific one. I saw two people yelling at each other, a group of big guys beating someone who was laying on the ground in the fetus position, a woman laying on a Couch in a livingroom with 3 empty bottles next to her, the same Boy I saw in a different Image, cutting himself and last but not least...the Boy hanging from the curtains rod. It was  Phil! And if I wasn't going absolutely crazy...then these were his memories. I couldn't help myself. "Wait a minute! You killed yourself?!" I gasped. He spun around quickly once he noticed my presence and all the pictures were gone. So I was right about them being his memories. Or in some way attached to him at least. He looked at me with a mixture of sadness, confusion, and anger, he probably didn't want to be disturbed. Great work Lia. Just then a sudden movement went through the train and it suddenly swerved, catapulting me into the room and sending the two of us and everyone else in the train tumbling to the ground. We both slammed into each other and against the wall and the slid back over the floor in the other direction as the train swerved into the other direction. I hit my back against the doorframe which knocked the air out of my lungs. Phil crashed sideways into the bed and that didn't sound healthy at all. Then the train came to an abrupt stop. I tipped to the side and Phil stumbled forwards but caught himself. Everything was quiet now. "Are you ok?" I asked gasping for air. warmblood ran down the side of my face and Phils cheek was bleeding too. "More or less, yeah" he muttered. "I didn't know the dead could still get injured in a place like this." I made it sound like a statement, hoping Phil would catch the hidden question. "It shouldn't be possible. Especially not in wagon 5, imagine what would happen here if you could." He said it so plainly, it threw me off a bit. "Something is wrong here. I don't know what it is, but as far as I know, the train has only ever stopped at the stations to let people out." That reminded me of something. "Phil, I have to tell you something. I saw something while I was with Daniel. It's important."