creative-ish story
my eyelids fluttered at the turbulence from the railroad tracks. I turned my head and laid it against the train window. “when is this train ride over?” I demanded in my head. the train continued on until I finally came fully to. “wait, a TRAIN?” thoughts shot back in forth through my head. where was I? how did I get here? what is going on? for a moment I pulled myself together and began analyzing my surroundings. a young couple sat in front of me, burping their bubbly newborn, a strange young woman with spastic eyes sat across the aisle from me shaking nervously, and a sweet looking elderly man sat behind me; the rest of the train was empty.
I looked out the window, in hopes of figuring out where I was, but only saw distant mountains and small flurries of snow collecting on the ground. I didn’t recognize the mountains, I had no idea where I was, I was alone, what happened. my heart began to race again and I could feel my hands start to shake. I tried to make them stop by crossing my arms but I felt a cold band across my right wrist; it restricted my hand from moving. I glanced down to find a handcuff around my wrist, the other side hooked to a brief case. my head began pounding as thoughts circulated rapidly. I grabbed my chest in order to try to calm my rapid beating heart; I heard a small crumpling noise escape the pocket on the breast of my jacket. two of my fingers slithered slowly into the pocket in search of the maker of the noise; they closed around a small wrinkled piece of paper. my fingers slithered out of my pocket slowly, bringing to my vision the paper. slowly, I unfolded the note and read. the two words on the small, wrinkled piece of paper shook me internally despite the fact that i could not understand what they meant.
I closed my eyes tightly and forced my self to retrace my thoughts from the beginning. this morning began like any other morning: I woke up, brushed my teeth, changed into clothes for the day, drank a smoothie, and drove to school. wait no, not school, the dentist, I drove to the dentist. oh yes, now I remember. I had scheduled my wisdom teeth appointment for today. I walked in right in time for my appointment. the dentist lowered the mask over my face and everything faded to black. wait, my brain strained at the lust for memory, I remembered hearing the dentist tell me good luck. why did he say that? did he mean for the surgery? I was sure of anything at this point. all I knew was I went from the dentist to here. I looked back down at the note, read it over again. “good luck”, it said plainly. the eight little letters made my head hurt, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. not too much later I was shaken by an attendant on the train. she smiled and said “this is your stop”. I looked at her strangely, how did she know my stop? I didn’t move; she called my name. shocked I looked up, she stared coldly back into my eyes. her hand shot out and grabbed my forearm, squeezing mercilessly. I shook her hand off and began walking toward the door. the young shaky woman called out my name. I whipped around and her scared eyes met mine firmly. “good luck”, she said shakily. after her the elderly man said the same, then the young couple, each one calling me by my name. overwhelmed and confused I rushed out of the train.
the cold, sharp wind tore at my flesh aggressively; I rushed into the building nearest to me. I stepped inside; it was a hospital. a tall, lean, blonde man rushed towards me, he hugged me and thanked me for my sacrifice. he then tooka key from around his neck and released my hand from the cold metal grasp of the handcuff. grabbing my hand he took me into an office and closed the door. he opened the briefcase andremoved a single syringe. he grabbed my arm and injected me with the clear liquid. everything began fading toblack. “goodluck ” he whispered as I drifted off.
bruhhhhh 