I Don't Do Death

Chapter - 5

Breathing unsteadily, my feet bought me to the entrance of a train station named London king's cross. I sucked in a deep breath when I looked at the gigantic structure of the station where people were boarding in and out of. The building was breathtaking and unlike anything I had seen before, not that I had seen much but still. I admired the medieval styled exterior of the station and it was a moment where I really wished I had camera to capture this piece of art. Staring at the massive structure for a little too long I realized what had happened just moments ago and ducked my head down again and walked towards the station.

Okay then, I thought, London king's cross it is.

The rapid beating of my heart made the situation no easier for me as the only thought running around my head when I stepped inside the station was that, they knew and also that the interior of the building was way more amazing than the exterior, like whoa! There were fluorescent lights on the ceiling amongst the striped lines carved on it.

I shook my head focusing on the mission in hand, but every time I did my mind went to the same thought, that everyone knew. Everyone knew that there was a dangerous human with the fictional power - or so they thought - of immortality living amongst them and could possibly cause everyone harm. Even if it was a long time ago that the news had spread around the town or even maybe the country, it still caused me a headache that they knew. It was easy to recognize me from the little five year old girl from eleven years ago, since I hadn't changed much from the blue eyed blonde girl. Except I was way gloomier now.

I rushed through the station not really sure what I was about to do. I had no clue as to how I was supposed to get on a train and regretted my decision of coming here in the first place. I only had heard about my parents talk about it and read about it in some books. I contemplated going back the way I came from but then the old notice popped up in my mind and I remembered the motive as to why I was here.

The station was lightly crowded as I dodged through the passersby, trying to find the ticket booth, which I knew that you had to get tickets from. And that's when the thought about the price of the ticket came to my senses. Coming to an abrupt stop, I quickly shuffled through my pocket to see how much money I had, the answer being a fair amount, 50 pounds. But if I used up all the money now I would eventually need money to buy food and some cash for emergency purposes and the remaining money probably wouldn't have been sufficient enough.

I sighed in defeat as I roamed through the station in hopes of finding a way to this sticky situation but to - as expected - no avail. It was not like I would be given money from the heavens to resolve my problem.

I decided to go to the ticket booth and check the price of the tickets anyway. As I roamed the area I realized I was lost and had no idea where the booth was and I was too anxious to ask someone where it was.

But as if I jinxed myself I spotted the booth, as it had some people lined up in front of it, a couple feet away from me. I jogged to the booth and joined the queue as well. As I stood there waiting for my turn, I prepared myself on what to say and how. I also practiced how to do it once and patted myself on the back for doing it well, and ignored the weird stares I was getting from the people standing behind me. But when my turn finally came I totally blacked out.

"Um....train t-to the...the f-far.....place?" I stuttered and blabbered like a mess and slapped myself mentally for acting like a weirdo. The cashier gave me a confused and questioning look as if I was speaking another language, which did seem like it. My face turned crimson in embarrassment

I cleared my throat and spoke a little more clearly and boldly this time, "um...I meant, which is the train to t-the furthest place from here-London?" I asked the lady who seemed to be in her twenties but I honestly had no clue since all the woman I had seen in my life was my mom and me. The lady raised an eyebrow again but answered anyways.