11 March 2013
I grabbed someone's hand. Just grabbed it. What was I doing? Who's hand was it? I didn't even want to look. I was WAY too scared and I was here for a few hours. Who's smart idea was it to take a train in the middle of a storm? Not mine! And then everyone left me so I had to endure a ride with a bunch of strangers sitting beside me.
I finally took my hand away and mumbled an apology. I hated storms, was terrified of them, and only one person calmed me. That was Carmen. And where was she? In the bag area because apparently cats aren't aloud in trains. Oh my poor Carmen! Bet she was stuck with dogs. Dirty, drooling dogs. What if they drooled on her? She would not be happy. I needed to get her.
I excused myself. I didn't know them yet I was excusing myself from their prescience. I had to find Carmen and soon. Before I had a breakdown at least.
I was followed out. Why was I followed?
Relief took over when I realised whoever it was just needed to go to the toilet.
All the bags were at the back of the train, so I headed that way. It wasn't too far. I hoped ...
The Train • Opuss № I