Through It All
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MatureOngoing6m
Last published Wed, Sep 23, 2020
"Don't wuss out this time," I tell myself as I step onto the tracks. I can see the train off in the distance. It looks as if it were barely moving. The memory of the first time I saw a train came into my mind.
"Look! A train!" My four-year-old self yelled out as a train went by. Both of my parents laughed.
"I see that," my dad said as he crouched down to my level. "Just remember, don't ever go close to a moving train. You can get hurt very badly."
"Don't worry daddy I wo-"
The sound of the train horn jerks me out of my thoughts. I didn't realize how close it had got so fast. Tears rolling down my face I braced myself for the impact of the train, but the impact of the train wasn't what hit me.
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"Are those silver?!" His voice was loud and startling after my moment of quiet reflection, but it was also oddly calming, soothing even, maybe I had hit my head. I slowly nodded in answer to his question, but I could see more chasing themselves through his facial expression. 'who', 'why', 'when', 'how', 'why didn't she tell anyone' 'why didn't she run?'. He seemed to be struggling with which question to ask first or maybe he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answers. He studied me critically while slowly shaking his head. It looked like he made a decision about me at the same time he realised he needed his brother.
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