I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.
So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.
The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.
May God save the person who decides to approach me…
Ripping the top of my blouse and making a mess of my hair, I sprinted out of the train doors as soon as they opened, putting on a dramatic show, “Somebody help me!”
Waves of gasps and screams arose from the waiting crowd on the station platform, all of their heads turning and eyes on me. A clear path formed in front of me as I kept running, people moving to the side to avoid any contact with me. Just ahead was a small police booth with an officer staring at me.
Time to get away with murder.
“Please, help!”
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