I wait by the platform. The small sign hangs above my head,
dangling precariously from a post by a small amount of
string.Platform 19. A thought passes through my head that maybe,
just maybe, I could reach up and fix it with the ribbon from my
hair. But then I would have to disturb my bun, letting the tendrils
of hair brush my cheekbones and rest in my eyes.
I don't remember how I got here. There isn't any indication
of where I am, or why I'm here. No one else waits with
A train breezes behind me, and I spin to watch it. It
stops, and the doors sweep open. No one gets on, and no one gets
The glass doors slip shut and it rushes off silently,
leaving a gentle wind in its wake that swirls my skirt against my
So I stand. I can be patient, and I can be alone. I learned
how to be those things a very long time ago.
It's not long before a train rolls along the tracks before
me, gliding to a hushed stop. A pair of doors slides open in front
No one is in the cabin. I set down on one of the chairs
facing forward, leaning my head against the cool glass of the
window. The train releases a sigh as the doors close and she slinks
I look out the window, seeing nothing but trees on all
sides. Just trees, towering well beyond my range of
The train picks up speed, less fluid in its motions. The
cabin rattles. I pull my cheek away from the window after bumping
The wheels begin to shriek, as the trees rush past faster
than ever. I whip my head around, but I'm still alone. The
emergency button to call the doors to attention does nothing when
I walk to the back, trying to find a window with a better
view. But there's nothing. Nothing but trees.
A breath I didn't know I was holding is released. Where am
I going? I want to scream, but can't quite remember
With a shudder, we break through the tree line. The wheels
have risen to a roar, jostling around and occasionally knocking me
into a nearby seat. My breath catches in my throat as I see out the
The ocean, sparkling with devilish glints of diamond,
swirls against a golden beach. The water ebbs and flows, leaving
trails of glistening sea foam in its wake. I feel my heart ache
with longing that I can't quite place.
The train barrels forward. I am caught, shying from the
cruel shudder of the train.
I don't realize we've hit the water until it begins to seep
into the cabin, rushing around my ankles, tugging at my skirt like
a lost and lonely ghost. Yet I can't stop staring at the ocean
through the window, even as the water rises above my eyes. My lungs
struggle to hold themselves together while simultaneously bursting
I inhale the sweet, poisonous water, feeling it rattle my
lungs and seep into my bones.
I am at peace.