Something to Live For
Chapter Two
I felt a warm tear slides down my freezing cheek and drops to the ground after remembering the note that I had set on my pillow. I rolled up my sleeve and slid my shaking fingers over the scabs, and scars that were there from my razor blade. Memories of the past drifted in and out of my mind. More tears escaped my eyes, as I thought of the past experiences of my depression. It’s not supposed to be like this. No one should have to go through what I am going through. I stare at my scars and shake my head, not believing what I had done to myself. I rolled my sleeve back down and wiped my tear-streaked face with my covered hand. I look up, and noticed I was finally here. It was time. I walked towards the edge of the tunnel, where the train’s speed would be fast enough to put me down quickly. I walk past people sitting on benches with their luggage beside them, and ear buds in their ears. I quickly walked past them heading towards the mouth of the tunnel. I walk down the tracks pacing slowly. Finally I sit down on the tracks, waiting patiently for the killing machine to arrive. I picked up rocks from the tracks and played with them in my hands while I waited. Suddenly a rumble sounded. I looked up, and saw the lights peeking out from the other side of the tunnel. I stood up and closed my eyes, hoping to just get it over with. I started to see the light of the train through my closed eyelids. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, and clenched my teeth together. I was scared. I made fists with my hands. I need to do this, I thought to myself. I could feel my finger nails digging into the palms of my hands. I was scared. I heard a deep voice yell. I thought it was all in my head, and I wasn’t going to back out. No not this time. The voice got louder but kept getting muffled by the train approaching me, and the sounds of children crying for their father to pick them up. I push it all away and wait for myself to die. Suddenly I was hit. I rolled over on my side, something on top of me. Was I just hit by the train? No. I’m still alive. I opened my eyes, to find an attractive boy lying down next to me panting. Maybe he was the voice.
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