Train Station: Final Destination

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I tried and it didn't work. Why should I live?

Submitted: June 02, 2019

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Chug chug chug. One of their trains are broken. I sit at my brown, glossy seat. Others sit around me. They talk, text, call, laugh, eat, complain, and so on. The trains that aren’t for me whizz by. A few times I get up and start to enter one, only to realize it’s not mine. I just end up staring at the windows flying by, seeing a montage of my life. What a life I’ve lived.

 

I’ve failed in every way.

 

I didn’t do so well in school, although I did get Cs for my tests. My boss wishes I was better at selling rugs to people. I don’t negotiate that well. I like the job but I’m just not good at it. I can try more but who cares really? We all die eventually. I just decided that I felt like living for whatever reason.

 

The girl walks up to me, tears upon her. I listen as she says “ I can’t anymore David. Our life doesn’t work for me.”

 

 

I enter my train as it arrives and I take it home.

 

I’m doing you all a favour. You’re welcome.

 


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