AN/This is just a short prolog to something ive been toying with IM not the best writer but I figured I would give it a shot.
This was the first time in my 18 years that I thought my life was over, yes I may be on a train to the city that has been calling my name ever since my dads brought me home from the hospital, but it didn't feel right, I felt as if half my soul had just been ripped out.I knew that I had to grow as my own person but, I just didn't feel like it was right.
I felt the train moving at a steady pace and my heart pounding five times as fast, tears still streaming down my face three hours later. I rested my head against the cool glass of the train car window, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
It was time to believe...