This is a short part to a bigger story me and the wexie are working on right now. I'm getting drunk off of eggnog too! ;D
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Life was all but a chore to me now; I'm over a thousand years old now. I've lost count of my age, forgotten my birth date, forgotten my parents faces, and the most sad of all I've lost my real name. I walked around this wasted city a blank slate in a red scarf, watching the children around me eat live without a care in the world. I wish I could go back to those days when technology didn't rule the world, when the best form of entertainment was a good story. When I wasn't alone, when the universe was so small, when people plowed their lands by hand or mule.
I stare at the fan on my bedroom ceiling. It was never on having cool air at the tip of my fingertips was a luxury I could never get used to nor did I want to. The train that came past at eight pm showed up right on time, again. It was never late carrying those people home, to their families. I never have anything to go home to now; I don't acknowledge this apartment as my home it's just a rectangle space I sleep in. My home had burned with the others when black rain came. It was as absent of life as I was; the train had passed; the last one would pass at ten pm.
10 P.M.
Bare footed I walk out my window I didn't care I was in underwear and a t-shirt. Nothing matters when no one cares. I look down at the track; if the fall didn't kill me then the train would or would it. I haven't aged a day passed 18 for a thousand years maybe I would lay on the tracks like a broken doll. People would come and take me to their hospital. I'd be their little medical abnormality, a girl whose body had been severed but still lived, still breathed on her own even though her neck was severed, her fingers twitched when you stabbed them, the girl everyone would visit. The one they would feel sorry for or poke fun at. I would sit there consumed with my own insanity watching them pass me. Would I risk that fate? Yes I would have if a Stanger hadn't of talked to me.
"Are you just going to end it?"
He asked me the question like it was a normal thing you would ask a random person you just met. He studied my face as though I where some sort of puzzle. His face was mostly shrouded with a dark hood that was on his long black jacket, but I could still see it. Somewhat pale and the green eyes that studied me I could see nothing else.
"It's a shame a pretty girl like you feel the need to jump."
I honestly could say I haven't been called pretty in years. He was probly just saying it so I wouldn't jump. A random passer by thinking that if he saved me today I would have a better tomorrow. More than likely he wouldn't want to live with the guilt of not trying to stop me.
"Why are you trying to stop me?"
"I'm not trying to stop you your stopping yourself."
That was true. I bet he thought he was smart. Trying to talk me off, so he could take me to a doctor or a padded room. He probably thought he could outsmart me. Stupid child. I wanted to him to go away, he could go do anything at this moment, yet he spent it bothering me.
"Why are you here? Just leave me alone."
"What if I don't want to watch you die?"
I was completely dumbfounded. I didn't know how to answer that.
"Why would you care?"
"I care because pretty girls like you shouldn't be throwing themselves into trains."
The train passed at my moment, I lost my footing. At that moment while I was falling, I realized I wanted to live. The stranger grabbed me before I fell to my death. I clung to him like a scared child; I nuzzled into his warm chest. He placed me back in my bed and turned on my fan. Letting the cool air brush my skin.
