I knew that they would come back to haunt me. I was a fifteen year old girl who understood those feelings so well. Many times, I have seen this scene and many times I was lost in my own little fantasy: A couple small lifeless trees grew on the dry ground filled with many large cracks. Even if someone tried, there was no way those gaps could be filled. Dark, gray clouds formed in the sky casting shadows on the cursed Earth. I imagined the rays of sunlight trying to break through the ominous clouds, but the big ball of light was having difficulty making the world brighter. As the sun tries harder to shine, the tsunami tries to conquer the almost lifeless land including the long train. No matter how fast the train travels, the heavily chained carts cause the the train to lag, which causes the waves to get closer and closer. Nothing can be done now, so the train allows the salty water to devour.

My scene and thoughts faded away as I felt myself falling down on all fours. Colors came back to me, so I was forced to look at my surrounding. My eyes saw a green field and many high school boys in jerseys playing soccer. Oh, so I was at school, I thought. As I was about to get back up, a shadow fell before me and before I could look up, a voice was yelling at me. It took me a while to realize that the voice belonged to one of the soccer players. I did not know what he was screaming about, but I stayed where I was sitting on my knees, while I stared at the green turf avoiding eye contact with him. What ever he said, I did not hear. All I did was wonder, when will I be free from these chains that bound me from having fun? And how did I end up in the soccer field? When I looked up, the guy was nowhere in sight. He probably left, I thought. I got up and noticed that my knees were scraped because I was in PE shorts. I ignored the pain and walked out of the field where many students clustered in groups chatting amongst themselves. So school is over, I thought to myself. I started walking out of the school gate , but soon stopped and stared at a group of girls talking and laughing together. My hand were cold, while theirs were warm. When one of the girls noticed me looking, I quickly glanced away, looked back down, and continued walking.

My two legs pushed me forward as my thoughts ran wild. My life is just getting harder and harder. I feel like letting life’s unfairness go: All that hate, stress, and sadness, but I cannot help but hold on. Something prevents me from doing that. Why is everything so complex? Sometimes, I wish for a friend to talk to and listen to me, but what is the point when they will not care and forget? I have already lost my trust in others, but I still hate being alone. I wish someone was there for me, to replace that loneliness with warmth. I try to be positive and try to talk to others, but they just forget me. No matter how hard I try, I always ended up failing, so I stopped living on Earth and drowned myself even deeper in my emotions. I needed to get out.

As all that darkness faded from my sight into a blur, I felt tears in my eyes. I quickly wiped them away and hoped nobody noticed, yet I still wished for that attention. My sight became clear again and I saw a train coming towards the stop. Since I am here, maybe I should just end this quickly, I thought, as I slowly walked towards the railroad tracks in front of me. I was one step away from stepping into the tracks, but someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the safety zone. This time, I woke up, like seriously woke up. I heard the loud crowd talking about going on vacation, visiting a relative, and so much more liveliness which I had not heard them in years. I then dared myself to look at the person who rescued me. I stared at him, his suit, and his name tag. He was a train conductor named Max and he looked like he was in his late twenties. As Max dragged me along, he told me this, “I was like you and wanted to commit suicide, too, but right now, I will be here for you. If you are stuck, I will guide you to the right way.” Then something came over me; suicide was not the best way to solve things and maybe some people do care about me, but maybe I just did not know that. I do not know what made me to decide to want to trust this total stranger, but I did anyways.