(A/n Just a short something I came up with whilst on the train a while back. Extremely short, but I had to get off at the next stop and when I went back to it, it didn't seem like it needed any more.
Read and review it?
Glee isn't mine etc etc)
The metallic rattling was thunderous in the carriage. The train shook furiously from side to side as it hurtled down the track. Dirty coughing and body-wracking sniffs joined the soundtrack of commuting along with conversations having to be shouted over the sound of the tin can being propelled through the tunnels. Papers rustled as their readers turned their pages and snores sounded from the slumbering businessman in the corner.
The once bright colored seats were worn and smelled from their constant use in the daily life of the city. Windows were scratched with illegible words and symbols, their sills grungy, and the doors very much the same.
It was hot. Stiflingly so. Bodies pressed against each other in such a way that you were nearly one with the stranger next to you.
Rachel stood, grasping a metal bar suspended from the roof, her body swaying to the rhythm of the subway. She was surrounded by bodies, but none had that stunning combination of blonde hair and piercing hazel eyes.
This wasn't her dream. New York wasn't what she wanted.
Then, surrounded by people, she realized that she had never been so alone.
