Feeling emotion so TW: death. Enjoy this little story, that I like to call; the train in the night.
You walk around at night, gently listening to the rain. Your feet get wet but that’s what happens when you don’t wear proper shoes. The pitter patter of the dog is all you hear other then rain. It’s cold, you’re itchy. Should’ve wore something better to protect yourself from the bugs then a baggy shirt. You see the flashing lights of the train cross way. Maybe if you weren’t so delusional, or just had better eye sight, or maybe was just a little smarter, you’d see the train. That was headed straight for you. You can hear the train rushing in, that’s the last thing you will. Everything goes black. Your soaked in your own blood. In new clothes too? Well, at least the dog made it out alive. You weren’t that selfish, only stupid. Too stupid to see the train, understand where you were, or did you just not want to? Were you too lazy and stupid to want to understand that this would be the last thing you did? Standing on a train track with the dog on a leash, be thankful you dropped it. Your stupidity only costed your life, nobody else’s. Either way, you’re fine. Right? Your now mangled corpse that’s surrounded by bugs. Bones broken. Feet wet. And body scarred. You’re dead you idiot. You aren’t coming back. Well, better try again tomorrow. Right? Where things will be better, or worse. It’s almost like you can still hear the dog begging for food. Your mother smiling and laughing with her baby boy. But you played a stupid game. And you won your stupid prize. Are you proud of yourself? Just please, try again tomorrow.
