Harsh words pierced the dreary silence and echoed round the empty train station. I remember looking down, twisting my fingers together, trying to ignore the woman stood over me, shrieking all sorts of horrible things. How could she say such horrible stuff? I was barely five years old, not even started school yet.
When the woman stopped to draw in breath, I raised my head and started screaming bloody murder. She grabbed my shoulders and tried to cover my mouth with her hands. Her long, red nails scraped my cheeks painfully, but I pushed against them in a desperate bid to get free. Saliva spattered my face as she started screaming, drowning out my pitiful wails. I heard a train rumbling down the tracks.
Please, please let it stop here! I thought, but it whizzed past in a moment. One moment could have made such a huge difference, maybe stop me becoming as screwed up in the head as I am now.
Just then, the mad woman bent down to my shoulder. I thought she was going to pick me up for one scary second. But all she did was simply whisper 'Sweet dreams, Mihael.' in my ear. I stepped back in shock when her claw-like fingers gripped my waist, off the platform and onto the tracks. I landed on my back, but quickly scrambled to my feet and ran over to the platform edge. The madwoman was laughing at my fear and panic arose when I heard the faint sounds of a train clattering towards us.
'Hey!'
My heart skipped a beat. Someone had heard us! I might escape a tragic death! I kept screeching whilst the security guard wrestled with the woman, acknowledging the fact the train sounded very close by now. The guard slipped out of the woman's' reach and jumped onto the tracks to get me. She came down too. She was gripping the guards sleeve like her life depended on it.
Oh, the irony.
Almost as soon as I was up on the platform, the train shot out of the tunnel like a bullet. A terrible crunching sound ensued, along with splatters of blood and the last remnants of a crazy woman's scream dying out quickly. The edge of the platform was dripping with blood. It had gotten me as well, but I didn't care. I sat on the floor, well away from the edge of the platform, and waited until someone came to find me.
A shadow of the child that had been there just minutes ago.