Run
The word echoes through my mind. Over and over again.
Run
My hair trails behind me and I pump my arms as hard as I can. My feet pound on the ground but all I can hear is the train behind me. Suddenly I am running alongside it and I see an open door. This is the only train that keeps its doors open and it slows at certain places. I don't know why but I feel as if there is a reason behind it. I run along with it every day, but today is the day I will jump inside.
I reach my hand towards the handle and swallow hard. Something about this seems wrong but it also feels completely right. I grab the handle and pull myself upwards and slam onto my stomach in the doorway and pull myself in the rest of the way.
I sit up and slide over to sit beside the opening so I won't fall out. I begin to run my fingers through my hair to get rid of the knots. I look around at the old train car and realize I am not alone.
Across from me sits a young man with a spare upper lip and his deep blue eyes are staring at me with awe.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asks instantly, not giving me chance to answer he quickly stands and walks over to me. The movement of the train doesn't even bother him, like he has rode it a million of times.
"What are you doing!?" He screams over the wind and grabs my arm and yanks me up.
"I don't know." I reply, "I just wanted to try it, I didn't know I would get in trouble. I'm sorry."
"What do you mean you wanted to try it? Where are you from?" He asks, his grip tightens on my arm, I cringe with pain.
"I'm from outside the city and I don't why, I just wanted to do it." He lets go of my arm and crouches with his hands around his head. "Are you OK?" I ask and he just sighs.
"I'm sorry I acted like that it's just…" His voice trails off and I crouch beside him.
"What? What is it?" I ask, I reach to put my hand on his shoulder but stop and see that his shoulders are shaking. He's crying or trying not to.
He looks up at me his eyes boring into mine, fighting back tears.
"It's just you look just like her."