It itched.
My entire body itched with pain. Cold and hot at the same time. Sweat lingering down my back even when I'm shivering.
My lungs feel heavy. They feel as though there is water in them. And yet they feel as though they are polluted with smoke.
I feel the wind go right through me.
It hurts. My whole body hurts.
I sit and wait at the train station for my next attempt at a different life even though I know that I cannot get away from the people, or myself.
So I sit and wait in pain. I feel as though I am going to die. Yet I have lived for so long that I know that my body won't give up without a fight. A very long, drawn out fight.
I should be dead already.
I hear the train coming. It rolls over a few branches laying on the tracks. And my heart hurts.
The other people also waiting for the train stare at me. I look like a drug addict the way I'm sweating and shivering. I want to tell them to how much I hate them.
The train pulls to a slow stop and I force my aching body to get up.
I want to sleep. I haven't slept in days now. I can feel myself dying.
As I step onto the train and find myself a seat I feel more stares. I've gotten used to it now.
The train jumps at first before it starts rolling away. I stare at the place that I had called home for ten years. But it looks exactly like every other town that I had left. Dying trees, factories, and people with a death wish.
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So this is a new story that I have been working on. Well…I've had the idea for it for about a year now but I just haven't actually started on it until now.
This is just the prologue.
The next part should be up in about an hour or so.
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