Michael Prower
Author
11/1/12
The Last Train
Cold winter winds blow dead leaves across the station. Five more minutes. That's all he had. The Train was coming. It was now or never. What to do...? Leave all you've known behind or keep living. Cuts and scrapes tattered the pale skinned, white haired boy. Broken and diminished. Nothing mattered. Friends were just haters hidden behind masks. Devils in hiding. Had he stayed nothing would have helped him. He would stay alone, broken, and without help.
Right now he had to go. Leave for good. Leave it all behind, for if he was gone nothing would change.
"Love" the single word echoed through out the station. It tasted bitter and sour. A bad combination. Overused and a euphemism for a heartbroken. Love; he had it once. But like a snake it bit him. Now the venom had spread to his heart. Making it stone hard. Nothing could heal his spirit.
Heavy feet stepped closer to the edge of the platform. The lights below his feet started to flash. Any minuet the train would be pulling in to the station. A decision had to be made.
More foot steps could be heard. Someone was in a hurry; but not to catch a train.
The train had pulled in and came to a complete stop. The footsteps had gotten louder, as if coming towards him.
"Silver!" the voice had called. Turning towards the voices revealed none other then his 'friends.' All of them had come for him. They cared.
The doors had opened. But no one entered the empty car.
"Love" this time the word had sounded better. As if someone added something to it that finaly made it sound the way it should.
-(End)-
-Author's note-
Here you go guys, my first atempt at a sadder story. Hope you enjoyed it! Also Silver never entended to kill him self he was just going to leave town.
!REMEMBER!
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