I woke up with a start as the train blared its horn. I got up slowly trying to keep my balance, and picked my bag up from the floor. I stumbled to the trains door and pulled it open. Through the tress I could see a road and knew it was time to get off.
I yanked the door wider and staggered at the edge, my breath ripped away by the cold wind. I had to do this just right or die. I grabbed the trains door edge and leaned back. I counted in my head one...two...THREE!
The wind whipped around me causing me to turn at the last second and slamming into the gravel below me. "Damn it!" I yelled as I crashed through the bushes below the gravel hill.
I burst through the bushes and onto the road, I huddle into a ball as I heard tires squeal. When I stopped moving my body stung and I couldn't tell which way was up or down. I uncurled myself and laid there, trying to clear my mind.
The world stopped spinning, and I noticed it was overcast. I tried to get up when two faces peered down at me.
"Are you okay?" said one of them.
"Yea, anything broken?" Said the other.
I groaned and got on my hands and knees. One of them tried grabbing my arm and I pulled away.
"I'm fine." I said, brushing the dust off my jeans and picking the gravel out from my knees through the cuts in my jeans.
I walked past them, then turned around so I could see them. It was two guys, brothers it seemed. They reminded me of John, but it couldn't be could it? I thought to myself.
The tallest had dark brown longish hair and kind brown eyes, the other short, with spiky light brown hair, broad through the shoulders, with a look of stubbornness in his brown eyes.
"I"m fine trust me, just a stupid mistake." I said backing up towards the car, maybe just maybe...
"What happened exactly?" said the taller one
"Thanks for dropping by, but there are easier ways to fly," said the shorter one.
The tall one smacked the short one in the ribs and I took my chance at the car. I was at the drivers side the handle in my hand when shorty's gruff voice said "Hey what the hell do you think your doing? Trying to do some more damage?"
I ran my hand across the hood of the car, admiring it and said "Way to talk to a woman, Dean."