Rainy Day
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My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my book. I groaned. All I wanted was to finish the book, is that too much to ask? It buzzed again.
"Fine," I grumbled, pulling my phone out of my pocket. Waiting for the message to open I looked up, seeing if the train was coming. I sighed, looking back down to read the message.
"Do not board that train."
The words glowed on the screen. Confused I read it again, then a third time. I felt a chill race down my back. I tried to rationalize. It's probably just mom, I thought to myself. Closing the message I went to see who sent it.
Number unknown.
My breath hitched. Who is this? My head started to hurt. A headache?! This early in the morning? It got worse I stood up from where I was sitting on the bench and started to walk through the crowd.
A sharp pain raced around my skull, I took a deep breath, and turned around, to find that the seat I was just sitting in had been taken. As I stumbled around, trying to find somewhere to sit, I heard a voice. At first I thought it was someone around me, but no one was talking to me, at least directly. I think. I fell backwards with realization; someone was trying to communicate with me.
Through my mind.
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