Note: If you do want me to keep adding chapters please let me know so that i know i'm not just writing to myself. *Deep breath* Here you go!
The rain splattered violently on the train window as we moved swiftly. I sighed loudly and we passed into a dark tunnel, trying to drown the feelings of travel sickness I could feel forming in my throat. I hated traveling. Unfortunately for me, traveling was now an imperative thing. The threat of eviction from my small one –bedroom rented flat looming over my head; meant I had needed a job, and after searching for many months, I finally acquired one. It must have been desperation that made me accept the offer.
The train stops in a station, and I have to swallow hard to stop myself from dribbling vomit down my front. I had initially wanted a desk job. That would have been perfect, no traveling, nothing but mindless typing away at a computer. Perfect. I never aspired to be very much in school. I wasn't particularly intelligent. Neither did I take interest in any extra-curricular activities. My goal was to leave school, get a job, survive, and then die quietly in a care home somewhere. Now here I was, travelling to a different city every few days, before returning to my shitty apartment in London when I was no-longer needed.
A large man in his late fifties plonked himself down next to me; sweating and reeking of fried something or other. I was glad the next stop was mine. I clumsily squeezed out of my seat, clutching my crappy laptop and my coat. Muttering something along the lines of, 'Excuse me, I have to… if I could just,' and stumbled down the carriage to retrieve my worn out overnight bag from the luggage storage. As the train pulled into my station I hastily scramble off of the train and right into the arms of an onlooker.
I groan in my head.
Great.
'Sorry Sir, I didn't see you there' I murmur, hurrying away. I'm cussing at myself in my head when a strong hand curls around my bicep.
'You dropped this when you fell into me.'
Looking up to see the owner of the voice I'm shocked to see a raven haired young man, no older than myself. He's looking at me with hatred so strong I can't even look into his eyes. A larger blonde haired man calls for him and he turns and strides away without a second glance.
What the hell just happened? I didn't even bump into him that hard. Why did he look so disgusted? I feel dazed as I walk away, I'm confused about the encounter. I stuff whatever he handed me into my pocket as I gather my thoughts.
Fuuucckkkkiinn' hell kid, pull yourself together
I push whatever just happened out of my mind and walk out of the train station.