In the subway
Jennifer took the subway to visit her friend Velaya. She visited her once a week. She sat down in the crowded train. Two guys in the corner were chatting, the others remained silent, looking at their hands, scratching their heads, glancing at their clocks. A baby screamed somewhere.
The lights outside bathed the train in twilight as they rushed by. Jennifer hated this place. It was always crowded, she often got harassed, everyone was stressed, jingles from mobile phones shot in her ears; she would take any other way to get to Velaya. Sadly, she couldn't afford bus. Only the subway.
The train rapidly stopped. Everyone jerked for something to hold. The doors opened. Jennifer left. She was trembling. She wrapped herself in her jacket.
She hurried through an empty corridor. Somebody from her left smashed her against the wall.
She screamed. A sharp pain shot through her. The attacker grabbed her purse and ran away. Jennifer cried. Tears ran down her face. Her abdomen burned in pain. She pressed her hands on it and felt warm blood run over her hands. She whimpered. She slowly collapsed. People ran right past her. She cried. She pressed her hands on the wound, shivering in pain. She cried for help.
Slowly, her eyes went dark. She saw figures running by. She trembled as she lost consciousness.