I have been
traveling on trains since I was young but it's only within the last month I've
been using them more than anything.
What I mean
by this is the most travel I've done to the sane destination.
One
Thursday morning I was tired not having the best sleep the night before and
train movements put me to sleep anyway my head grew heavy and I let my eyes
close. I couldn't hear the voice that was telling us where we were going, my
headphones blocked that out but I knew through the voice vibration where I was.
I had been
asleep for 4 vibrations and I need to be asleep for five the wake up but it
seems my body refused the extra 5 minutes of sleep and my eyes gently slid
open. I looked up at the scroller that tells you what station you are at
This is a
Victoria line to Brixton
It scrolled
in bright orange dots. I looked back down,
'Seems I
have a while longer' I thought to myself.
A few
minutes past and looked up again. The information stayed the same. I had not
actually remembered the station being this far apart. I guess sleep really does
mess up you time, I looked around and everyone was reading the metro. Now for
people who don't know the metro is a free paper you can get when you go to a
station and very rarely when you go on the bus. Normally some really
unimportant title on the front and a more gruesome and ugly tale in the middle.
I would only read it for the little comic strips because they were the best bit
about the whole thing. I noticed that actually not only everyone on here but on
the other carriage was reading it. I felt like the odd one out and it made me
feel like sick knowing that and I picked up a metro.
'Maybe I
missed my station that's why it's taking this long'
I looked at
the information strip again and the same bloody thing
This train
is the Victoria line to Brixton.
I was
frustrated now and looked over the metro at one of the people.
"Excuse
me I am just wondering but what station is the next station?" I said loud
enough for my ears. All of a sudden the train got faster and my stomach went
tense. No one reacted to this and now I knew I must have been asleep. No one
reads the metro for more than 4 stops and now one has reacted. I closed my eyes
and let my head grow heavy again. I fell asleep easily and let my brain wake me
up. I woke up what felt like a year later and slowly opened my eyes. I didn't
lift my head just yet and looked across to my left to look at the person’s
hands. They laid on his legs and no metro. It was still dark so I must have
been still underground. I looked up and into the face of the person opposite. I
wanted to scream in horror but I kept my face as unemotional as possible. This
person has no lips, eyes, ear or nose. Just a White blur of a face and no emotions
to even react to my surprised face. Sort of like slender man but you could tell
this was the woman in front of me. She had her hair pulled back tight as
possible as if the hair was holding her face together and kept it pegged up. I
gulped and looked around. Everyone had the same blurred faces. Like someone had
rubbed it out with an eraser that smudges the grey lines together. I looked
into the window and saw my reflection was normal. I was the normal one and in
my disturbance I hadn't noticed the train was still going. I was doing this
timing by my body clock and it felt like a good 30 minutes we had been
traveling in the darkness. I stood up and went to the door that joined the
carriages and looked through. All the same, by this point I was angry. Why had
I not waken up? This was not funny anymore and I was actually frightened of my
mind.
"Get
down the front and see the driver. We can't stay here!" I murmured to
myself. I started to make my way to the door but the tube train got faster and
made me stumble into one of the faceless people. This person got up and the
door open, the trains still going as fast and the man jumped out. There is very
little room between the train and the wall. The man at this speed was ripped up
in the blood strips. Leaving bloody lines all across the windows. I was shocked
and stayed still until the doors closed. Being more careful I made my way to
the door and pulled it open. The way underground trains work is that there is
no connection between them only a door and a little path way in which you can
cross to the next cart. But if you open these while the train is moving there
is a high chance that you will fall into the tracks and die. I was just
determined to get out of this place and make my way home. The next four carts
were the same when it came to the fifth cart I was surprised to find it
completely empty. I sat down for a moment,
"I
need a plan, what will I do if he is a faceless being like those things back
there" I put my head in my hands and rubbed my face.
"What
seem logical?" I looked up and saw a man that seemed very familiar to me.
"What
do you mean?" I said in a hushed voice, trying to make sense of what I was
hearing and seeing.
"What
seems logical for you to do?" his voice was calm; his face was young but
his voice wise with years of experience. He looked like he hadn't slept in a
few days and his clothes were ragged.
"To
run off the train like that guy back there because this is a dream and I can't
wake up from this shit" I was frustrated and was actually thinking this.
"No
you can't do that because this isn't a dream" he smiled and stood up. He
walked up to the door and looked around.
"You
should know this, there is no button to open the doors. Never has been on the
Victoria line"
I looked at
the train door and felt my face drop.
"Carry
on walking then, until the end of the train. Rip the door open and control this
train back to a station,” I said looking at him in hope I was even remotely
right.
"Hmm
good idea. Do you have a key to the door?" he wondered to himself.
" Oh
Christ" I felt my chest clench and my heart pump.
"We
are trapped and we can't get out" I couldn't catch my breath and fell to
my knee. He watched me as I started having a panic attack waiting for it to
pass. It felt like forever when I took a deep and needed breath.
We sat in
silence for a while before I took out my phone and looked at the signal. I
scoffed at the signal before placing it back into my pocket. My iPod had died
in the first part of the journey. I sat there for a while longer before
grabbing my bag and walking to the door.
"Come
on then" I said adjusting my strap "might as well try our luck with
the insane driver"
I sighed
and opened the door.
I opened
the door to the other Cart preparing for the cross over. The trained stopped
and threw me across the carts like a rag doll. I screamed hearing my arm crack
under the force of my body. I got up as quick as I got thrown. The man was in
the other cart and blood dripped out of his head where he has collided with the
glass panel. I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my arm and looked down at the
disfigured limb
"Shit..."
I whispered as I access the damage.
The train
started moving again and went back to it's fast pace. I tried opening the door
back to the helpful man but there was no hope. The sudden stop had slammed the
door into a lock position. Meaning I would have to go to the front to ask for
help or something. I started my way there knowing I was not only going for me
but someone else now. This was a mission of life.
15 carts
later I kicked someone’s leg gently and sat in his place. He jumped off the
train as the many before him did and splatter across the window.
I actually
feel asleep in that seat for a good half an hour. Once I woke again everyone
had disappeared, leaving me shocked at the missing people. The information
slide was blank and the train moved at a blurring speed.
"Shit,
I didn't say bye to dad this morning." I sat straight in my chair and
looked around at the many empty seats. Scratching on the chair spelled out help
me, get off now, don't stop running, those blank faces. I laughed at my
stupidity.
I had to
carry on but knowing my false hope would just vanish soon enough. The never-ending
train really does show what kind of person you are.
"I
can't do this anymore. 50 carts are you kidding me!" I punch the glass
plain. "What the fuck do you think I am? Did I really fucking deserve
this?" I gritted my teeth and punched with all my force. The glass took
the blow and all the force went back into my good arm. I screamed out in agony
and looked at my bleeding knuckles. In my stupidity I forgotten about my other arm
the broken one that was useless.
" Well
that was a bit silly huh?" voices from behind me made my hairs stand on
end.
"I
couldn't get back go you." I said in a strained voice. Feeling a stabbing
pain return to my arm knowing it was now there, instead of just running off the
little adrenaline I had left.
"Don’t
give up" he said in a hushed voice.
I looked at
this man like he was mad.
"You
are supposed to be dead!" I sighed.
"Be
quiet now, no point stressing. Just carry on and no matter what happens to me
carry on. Just trust me please" he was looking around paranoid, like
someone was watching us both. I nodded and walked slowly back knowing that him
being here was bad news. We both carried on, leaving doors open as we walked
through the endless train.
It was at
least an hour before we even spoke.
" Do
you know who these faceless people are?" he asked looking at one of them. He
went to reach out touching her face. She was definitely female because of the
way she was dressed but also her cheek bones were far more defined than a mans.
He clenched his hand and removed his hand away from her face. Just stopping his
hand touching her white skin.
" I
have no clue, I was walking through thinking that there is so many. Are they
lost souls or something?”
I shrugged
and looked at a man who was on the last seat.
" I
think they are people who have got trapped on the train and gave up." he
smiled and took his face away from the woman.
"And
how do you know that?" my skeptical mind wondered at his sudden bluntness
"I
walked behind you and you were pure White. You had started giving up and so I
assumed that this is what happened" he sighed and rubbed his face
"What
year is it?" he asked gently
"Erm
2013, I thought you would know that" I scoffed
"Oh
really, I didn't think the years went that fast" he chuckled to himself
"if I said I was on here just after the London bombings happened would you
call bullshit?" my face went cold and I looked at him.
"I was
on the bus behind the bus that blew up. My friend was on that bus and the
reason was that she just got on the bus before the driver went. I was saying good-bye
to my girlfriend and was late for work. I could of been dead now. Another body
for people to morn over but instead I disappeared off the face of the earth. For
people to speculate, did he kill himself? Run off with another girl? Did he
start another life?" his eyes welled up.
"Oh
well that is a life I could Start again but I am here so I need to deal with
it" he rubbed his hands together and looked me in the eyes.
"We
can do this. We can fight for it" he pulled the door open and grabbed my
bag.
I nodded
and we carried on forward. Even if this was infinite we were doing this and
were doing it now.
We carried
on chatting about our live to each other. Our experience and our futures.
"And
what about relationships?" he asked gently. "Surely someone in university
is ought to meet someone, especially someone as interesting as you"
I laughed
and smiled
"Interesting
is not always good. I haven't no. Just got great friends and I like someone but
he isn't, well let's say single." I smiled
"May I
say your girlfriend was lucky to have such a lovely guy?”
He laughed
and put his hand on my shoulder
"I was
a bastard. I was rude, moody, I didn't stop moaning and didn't know when to
stop being a jackass" he smiled.
"This
train has changed my mind on how I am suppose to act and you know what I thank
it".
We carried
on walking, taking it in turns of who was going to open the door and walking
first.
"I
need to sleep,” I said sitting on the chair. "I've not given up, I'm just
tired." he allowed me to rest watching me for any change in my face. I was
in deep sleep soon enough. My mind dragging me into it nightmares. I couldn't
remember them much except that they were all me being alone.
I woke to
the man shaking my arm. A thought slipped into my Mind, you still don't know
his name.
I let a
smile cross my lips gently and nodded.
"What’s
your name?" I asked quickly.
"Oh
yes, Mark is my name" he picked up my things and started walk. The smile
was erased as I remembered I was in this nightmare.
We carried
on walking and kept to our system. He opens 3 doors and I open three. No matter
if it was an hour apart, it was a system to keep us both focused on it.
Every so
often we would see a flash of light outside the train, this had only started
happening once we had started watching the passing Walls.
We were
having a break and counted the lights. 24 flashes of light. I was waiting for
the next light and with all concentration I focuses and looked right where the
light would be.
"3...2...1"
and a flash of light. My mind made the image out and with a force I pushed
myself out of my chair and pressed my face against the window.
"No
fucking way" I cheered to myself and ran over to Mark who was sitting down
at the other end playing with what was in his pocket.
"You’ll
never guess what!" I said. I felt like a child that had just found that
they were going to Disney.
He looked
up at me with a questioning look. I pulled a piece of paper out of my bag and
wrote:
I have to
be silent, I have a feeling the train is listening.
The lights
are not just lights. Concentrate on one of them and you will see bodies of
people on a platform. I've seen 25 so far but as far as I remember there are 13
stations to Brixton. Meaning one station. Look out the window and concentrate.
After
reading the messy writing, his eyes focused on the outside of the train. The
light came past and I smiled at him.
"Holy..."
a smile spread across his face
"And I
know how to get it open"
We carried
on forward a bit and found a full carriage. My broken arm was swollen and sore
but I ignored the pain I was in to get ready for our escape.
We had to
find a way to keep the door open.
My plan was
simple "so we touch one of these lost souls they get up and open the door
for us. All we have to do is jam it open before timing ourselves to jump out at
the perfect time"
He nodded
and I started make things to jam the door. Using paper from my pad of paper I
screwed them into tight balls. Paper by itself is weak buy if you add lots of
different paper together you can make a pretty strong barrier. But there needed
to be an adhesive holding them together. Me not think we tried our first
obstruction. Mark kicked the leg of the nearest and the man got up and opened
the door. I started pushing paper in the cracks. The door closed not long after
the man jumped off. I face palmed as the door compressed the paper to a leaving
the door open a crack. I stuck my finger in the hole and looked at him.
"Going
to need a lot more paper" we left that plan and went to marks one.
We tried to
undo some screws on things, that didn't work. These screw on the train were
here for a reason, to keep things in place and only to be removed with the
right tool.
Final thing
was to break what we could or anything we could get our hands. Having only one
useable hand really was a disadvantage but I still tried my best to destroy the
train.
With pure
anger I stuck my foot into the metal sheet under the seats. It hit the floor
and we both looked at our possible object that will save us. I smiled and Mark
done the pleasure of kicking our next victim. The got up as usual, went to the
door, it opened and before he jumped Mark placed the metal in the door. Laying
it flat on the floor and as the door closed the sheet held strong.
The train’s
speed increased all of a sudden and threw us into alert. It knew we were trying
to out of this hell. Now we had to wait for the flashes of light.
"I am going
to climb outside and see if we can hold onto anything to wait for the
stations" Mark clambered and held his body close to the door. He shimmied
to the gap and waited for a moment before coming back.
"Okay,
you need two arms really for this but I think we can improvise around this
situation." he reached into his pocket and got out a penknife.
"Wait,
what that could have made our lives much easier" I sighed
"The
man dropped it as he walked out" he smiled as if it wasn't his fault. Using
the penknife he stuck it into one of the chairs and ripped through the
material. He got a long strip and made a loop. We his gently touchy he pulled
my arm through and made a second loop round my neck. Cutting another he placed
it in his pocket.
We then
planned to move. He grabbed my bag and shimmied into position. I followed him
knowing it wasn't going to be as easy as he had made it look. The rush of the
train made me fear for my life. The faceless people looked at me through the
widow and watched me risk my life. Using my one arm I gripped the end of the
train for dear life. Letting one foot stay on the step I reached to pull myself
forward. I was kicking but there was no hard surface. I felt panic hit me and
kept I looked up to see Mark waving me towards him. My broken arm hung
uselessly as it swung in its blue support. I looked back at him and he was
miming jump. I was frozen feeling the wall of the tunnel getting close. It was
only a matter of time before the train turned. I took a deep breath and jumped
towards Mark. His grip was quick and secure as I fell into him. He looked me in
the eyes and nodded at me.
As the
train moved we had to articulate with it. There really wasn't any room for us
to breath. Mark had been messing round with the doors for a good half an hour.
I watched him fiddling with it. I noticed when a door closed behind us we
couldn't open it again. The doors had a latched sort of thing on them that was
locking them in place and as Mark flicked something the doors opened. I smiled
as he stood in the door way and I slipped in the one opposite. We looked at
each other as the train rocked us back and forth. He smiled as he looked at me.
I pulled a face at him and he laughed.
We waited
for the first light and with in moments a flash of light made us pay attention.
He pulled
me towards him and shouted in my ear.
"You
go first..." his face was sad with realization
I started
shaking my head and tears rolled down my face.
"You
have to. I have very little motivation. Let you be my motivation to go back. I don’t
have a family to remember Me." he had started cry and as we both sobbed. I
felt his handgrip onto my arm.
"You
have to do this for me and I will promise you I will find you when you are
back" he leaned closer to me and kissed my head.
A smiled
crept across his face as though he was trying to make me feel better.
"You
have to keep that promise. I'm..."
"I
know who you are don't worry".
Another
light flashed and now his attention was focused on getting me safely to the
station. I knew the next light was within the next few minutes.
I turned to
him and slipped my iPod into his pocket. He didn't have an idea that I had
slipped it in there.
"Get
ready!"
The world
went slow when he said that, I shifted my body so that I could get ready to spring
forward. I messed this up and then this whole thing would be for nothing. I
would be dead and Mark would become one of the faceless. Using my good arm I
grabbed on to the edge of the train. Marks hands rested on my back. I breathed
deeply, feeling marks hands become heavier.
The wind
got more aggressive against my face and the lights could be seen at the end of
the train. In a matter of mille seconds I could feel Mark push me and my body
flew forward into the wall. It felt like an age, I braced myself for death and
covered my face with my good arm. I took in my last breath as I hit the hard
surface. I was screaming as loud as I possible can to cover any crunching that
could be heard as my body flung into the wall. I prepared for the most pain I
have ever experienced.
I hit the
hard surface with full impact on my front. I wasn't dead and I was a bright
room. My lungs screamed for some air and as the pain travelled to my heart I rolled
onto my back. The lights blinded me and made me shield my face. The shocking
pain in my arm returned as the blue carpet support grappled onto it.
Blurry
black shapes appeared over me as the light blinded me.
The shape
moved towards me and touched my body.
"GOD
NO!!! Did he make it?" I screamed at the shadow as it backed away from me.
My eyes started to clear and I saw the shadow was a man in a suit. He had moved
towards the emergency button and was shouting at the staff to help. I looked
around me and saw I was in Tottenham Hale station. I smiled and relaxed. I
deserved a long and undisturbed sleep.
I woke up
in a complete daze as I heard sobs from beside me. I looked across and saw my
mum. I sat still waiting for her to respond to my body movement. She looked at
me and saw I was awake. Her eyes lit up and reached across to hug me. I smiled
and use little effort to comfort her back. I was in a lot of pain and was more
concerned if I could get any painkillers. I looked around my room as to
establish an idea of what was happening.
It turns
out I was missing for 2 years. I disappeared one day when I was on a train to university
I was last seen on the Victoria line but when it got to the last stop I had
vanished out of thin air. Mum said she had seen the CCTV and really was strange
that such a thing had happened. Brixton was the last stop but you can clearly
see the staff checking the carriages and walk past. I wasn't there. In the time
I missed there was war between countries, threats and bitching.
Nothing
truly interesting happened. When people found me, some say that I appeared out
of thin air and hit the ground. They said all they saw was a mans face behind
me and I came out of nowhere. It was for a split second but it happened.
I am a
changed person now. Some may say in a good way and some have said that it's in
a strange way. I learnt to drive soon after; I have now got an irrational fear
of going on a train. Or that is what the psychologist said and I laughed at the
fact he called it irrational. I kidnapped by a train and you know what, I
personally think that is a rational fear. They think I am lying about how I got
trapped but I gave up on explaining to them what happened. I am now a midwife
and I have never stopped thinking about the train.
I think I
have found out why this whole thing happened.
This train
goes past a station; that to it is a flash of light because it is moving so
fast. When I fell asleep I was the only one who had my guard down on my carriage.
Just the wrong kind of timing really, as the train past a station it was in
line with the other train and I was taken by it. I think I was right about the
lost soul. When we touched them then they would jump which made them free. Or
did it just send them into years of punishment. It had actually turned out
those few hours were a few years of my life gone. About 3 years and mum and dad
never stopped trying to find me. My heart aches every time I think about him
and I wonder if he will ever make it without me. If he will ever find me again.
"Your
waters have broken but you are a little bit off being in established labor"
I smiled at the lady lying on her back breathing through her contraction.
I allowed
it to pass and then carried on doing the basics and smiled as she looked up at
me.
"I am
just going to get the doctor to look at something and then I will leave you in
peace. Is that okay?" I smiled at her as she nodded.
I called
for a doctor and waited for him to come in.
I saw the
door open and the doctor come in. I was far too into the paper work to respond.
"Hello
Mrs. ray, I'm Dr. Arbe is it okay if I bring a student in to watch?" he
asked gently. I perked up and looked across the room at the student.
I felt my
eyes fill will tears and stream down my face. I wiped then away before anyone
asked.
"Now
can you please going ask the lovely midwife if she has the report" a young
student around age 24/25 walked towards me and asked for the files. I nodded
and handed the files to him and carried on filling in my paper work.
The Doctor
done his job and left with the student.
"So
are you going to ask him out?" my client chuckled. I looked up and smiled.
"No,
he is a familiar face but I don't think it was the guy I knew from a while
back" my face was obvious enough for her to dismiss my pessimism.
The door
opened and in walked the student doctor.
" Sorry,
I left my notes. Is it okay if I grab them?” I smiled and nodded
"Sorry
to intrude doctor. But what are you doing tonight?" my clients smile
reached ear to ear.
"Nothing
at all madam, why do you ask?" he smiled and made eye contact with her.
"Well
my lovely midwife is free too and she fancies you by the look she was giving
you and the sexual tension is way too much. So you two should totally go out
tonight around 7"she sat up in her bed and laughed.
"Sounds
good. Meet you at outside at 7?” he smiled as I agreed to it and left soon
after.
"Oh
you are a pain, he doesn't remember me!" I was going to be angry with her
but then she just smiled. I laughed and hugged her.
"He is
rather attractive and I think you two suite"
"I
hope so because he promised something a long time ago"
I finished
my shift with my woman and then made my way to get dressed for my 'date'. I
waited outside the hospital for a good 15-20 minutes before giving up hope. I
bent over and grabbed my bag. I could feel all these sudden feelings pushing
their way up. Anger, sadness and disappointed all mixed into one and a tear ran
down my face.
"Oh
hey, sorry the doctor held me in for longer than." a voice came from
behind me.
I felt the
anger push up out of all the emotions. 'Sorry! After everything all he can say
is thank you.'
I turned
round and smiled.
"Shall
we go?" I said bluntly
He allowed
me to go into his car and we drove to restaurant he wanted to try. I kept
silent on the way there, listening to all he had to say.
"What’s
up?" he murmured as I had gone into my own world.
"I
personally think I'm tired, I'm not too sure at the moment really."
We kept
silent until we got the place.
"Please
go ahead and get a table I will park" he smiled and I got out the car.
"I
knew you wouldn't remember me,” I said as I closed the door knowing he didn't
hear what I said.
We ate
dinner and chatted for a while. He spoke about how amazing his life was and how
it was nice to go on a date. I put on my fake smile. Nodding and noting what he
said but I was dead inside.
"Enough
about me. What about you?" he asked as he took a bite. I felt my insides
shrink, hoping he wouldn't ask me anything.
"Not
much really. Went through a lot of treatment for a mental disorder a few years
ago but sane as they wanted me. Midwife and things now." I smiled as he
looked at me.
"Excuse
me I am just going to the bathroom. Are we having desert?" I asked gently
"Erm
no unless..."
"No I
am fine" I finished his sentence for him
I walked
towards the toilet and stopped at the front desk.
I paid for
the dinner and left. I explained to the waiter to pass the note over to him. Which
said I've paid and gone.
I left and
made my way on the main road. It would take me about 50 minutes to walk home
which I wasn't too fussed about but the rain was freezing and hard. I pulled my
arms around me and started the long journey. This was better than feeling dead
inside by far.
20 minutes
in the journey I was frozen. My hands had turned blue and I hadn't stopped
crying since I first set off. Cars passed me over and over again. It was
surprising that there were so many cars at this time of night. I heard a toot
of a car horn; I jumped out of my skin and turned round.
The man
jumped out the car and ran up to me.
"What
the hell are you doing!" his voice was filled with frustration and worry.
"Walking...home"
I couldn't even speak I was so cold.
He grabbed
a towel from his car and wrapped it round me. He explained he went gym and kept
spare stuff in his car.
I helped me
get in and started driving me home.
We didn't
talk at all but I could see how frustrated he was with me. At one point a tear
rolled down his face. He pulled outside me house and looked at me.
"How’s
your arm?" he asked me.
"My
arm is fine? Why did you ask me that?" I scoffed.
"I
thought... don't worry. Why did you leave?" he seemed upset
"It
wasn't you as a person. How can you forget? That is why. You promised me when I
left you would never forget me!" I felt all the anger push up and make me
sick.
"I am
confused what you mean?"
He looked
at me and I shook my head. I left the car giving him back the towel.
I lay in
bed watching the ceiling. I was going to have a bad night.
I was
asleep, sitting up and had arms on either side of me. I was too tired to lift
my head and respond to anyone around me. I let my eyes open and I looked at the
grey flooring with a range of blue spots around. My head whipped back as the
flooring looked so familiar.
"WHAT
AM I DOING HERE!?"I screamed. A figure of a man slipped next me and stood
looking at me. Faceless as those on the train but he wore a doctors uniform. White
coat with red piping lining the coat. He had a Parker pen in his top pocket
with two other bic pens. He had a mask covering his non-existent mouth and
nose. I pulled away from his gloved hand as he went to reach for my mouth.
"WHAT
AM I DOING ON THIS THING?!" I screamed at him again. He stood out the way
for a man to walk forward.
"No,
no, no. It can't be, I wont believe you took him. I saw him, I was with him not
long ago" I sobbed to myself as the man I had waited for many years was
standing their faceless. I cried more and the doctor came towards me. He
grabbed a ready needle and pushed it into my arm. I allowed the thick, green
liquid flow into my arm. Feeling it travel down my arm. My head became heavy
and I felt my heart slow to barely beating. At least it was a quick death or
would be. Beeping in the background of the door closing me in with the damned
I gasped
for air and sat up in bed. Hold my throat and chocking for the little air that
I could access. My phone rang next to me. Buzzing and beeping to tell me I had
a call.
A random
number that I had not saved on my phone had called me 23 times at 12:34-1:23. It
rang again making me launch out to get.
"Hello?"
I said, wondering who this persist-ant caller was
"Your
woman has gone into labor, she requests that you are here"
"On my
way".
I got ready
for this whole event. I had been with this soon to be mother from the start and
I was going to be as excited as was. Once I had woke up a little more I made a
call to the cab company I normally used and waited.
40 minutes
after the call I arrived at her bed side.
"Right,
how is it going?" I asked smiling at her as she breathed through her
contraction.
"Well
a baby is on its way so good but the pain is not great"
I smiled
and offered her pain relief and helped her through the next contraction.
As that
happened, in walked Dr. Arbe and his student doctor. An overwhelming amount of
emotions hit me and I looked back at my woman. The Doctor checked her over as
she was breathing through it.
"What
I am going to do..." he started his sentence and my woman ended it.
"You
are going to leave. This is a midwife's job and not a doctor's. Now both you
and your student leave!" she screamed through her next contraction
"But Mrs..."
the doctor protested
"LEAVE!"
The doctor
left with his student and I smiled at her
"That
guy isn't going to get away with hurting my friend" I looked up at her
"How
did you?"
"You
looked like someone had stabbed you in the heart when he walked in."
I looked
back down and the next 30 minutes we had a little baby girl in the room.
I left my
woman with her baby and smiled saying congratulation as I left the room.
Walking straight into the student doctor.
"Sorry"
"Come
on. You can't ignore me for the rest of your life."
"Damn
well try,” I murmured
"Here
is a present I saw for you. Please take it."
I looked at
the gift box and took it from his hand.
"Open
it!" he hand a bright smile across his face.
I took the
bow and pulled on one of the ends. It was red, silky and the box itself was
black. I let the bow fall before and then lifted up the lid expecting to find
necklace or something equal. I felt a rock in my stomach form and become heavy.
I couldn't speak and looked up into his eyes
"Of
course I didn't forget" he whispered and let a tear roll down his face.
I let the
gift drop and hugged him sobbing into his chest.
Lets say
that my world hasn't become any stranger. We gained a following after we both
said we experienced it. People started coming out of the woodwork and said they
had to. But now it was on different lines. Our website is huge now and I am not
going to lie but people have threatened us to stop our 'lying'. They don't
scare me at all to be honest. I got married to Mark after he gave me that gift.
If you are asking what that gift was. It was my old iPod; he even had the
penguin cover.
He had to
buy a special charger for it so he could give it to me working. I laughed at
the fact he was so cute about it.
Now the
reason I told you this story is because in a weeks time the story will be
posted and most people see it as just another horror story for Halloween. But
those who have experienced this please him and me are here to help if we come
back alive that is.
We are
going back on the ghost train and we are not coming back until we know it's
true purpose. It may kill us or even worse may make us one of its slaves. I
will be gone by Halloween. I may have updated my blog days before but I am just
saying good-bye.
PS (enjoy your halloween and have a scary night)
EM x
