Too late.

I call this one: too late. 

Your name is Allison Marie. You are 19 years old.

          You are standing on a platform of a subway station. You drum your fingers impatiently against your briefcase. Of coarse, it’s just a prop though. You’ve been waiting for this subway for over 2 hours. Your legs are starting to cramp, as there are no available places to sit. You have the inconsiderate business people to thank for that. Just because you’re going somewhere important doesn’t mean you get to make people stand just because you want to hog up a whole bench with your luggage.

          You feel the ground beneath you start to quake and you hear the clattering of wheels on tracks in the distance. This is it. Your moment is finally here. You know that this subway isn’t going to stop for this platform.

          You can see the lights of the subway in the distance, and you brush your hair back from your face. It’s getting in the way. You do not need anything getting in the way. Especially not some ‘good Samaritan’.

          Your brain starts to slow things down for you, even though it makes this moment even more painful for you. You feel your heart push against your chest. You feel your blood thumping their way through their veins. You see a picture of Nicholas in your mind. You shove the image way back into your brain. That will not be helpful.

          As the subway inches its way closer to the platform due to your mind’s tricks, you drop your brief case to the ground. You take your first step toward the edge. Before you know it your just one step away.

          You take the jump, screaming as you do, because just as your two inches away from the front of the subway, you realize that you don’t want to do this. You want to go back home to Nicholas and curl up on the couch with him. You want to be with your parents, no matter how much they hate you. You want to be with your sister, embracing her as tight as you can. But you don’t want to be here, half a second away from getting flattened by a subway.

          But it’s too late. Time decides to go back to normal and you feel the weight of the subway crush you, sending huge bursts of pain to your skull and back. Just in that moment you pray that you will somehow survive.

          Then, blackness.