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Train Two

by Wicked_Lovely 0 reviews

A bottle of pills and a cheese piece.

Category: Panic! At The Disco - Rating: R - Genres: Angst - Published: 2011-03-06 - Updated: 2011-03-07 - 1240 words

1Moving
I sat on the train, watching the sun emerge from the ground and light up the darkness that was the night sky. The train car for this one was even more abandon than the first one, only two other people sat in it. I was in my normal seat at the back of the train by the window. It was somewhat comforting to be able to look out at all the trees and buildings pass by while the sun continued to slowly climb.
I can remember the day They left me like it was yesterday, and not two and a half weeks ago. It was my sister's goddamned birthday, and my parents thought it would be a lovely idea to go out for dinner and a movie. What a horrible plan it ended up being. It started raining and I was sitting out on the steps in front of the studio where I had my first lesson. It was a small building, filled with instruments and accessories. It wasn't the first time I had a lesson in the shop, but it was the first time I ever had a lesson for the piano. And my teacher asked if I had ever played before, she said I could become a professional. She was a shrewd person.
The store had closed around fifteen minutes earlier, and I was asked to leave. So I went to sit on the steps, toying with the necklace my mom made me. It was a chess piece. A rook to be exact. It was from the first time I beat him at chess, everyone was surprised since he was a champion and even had a few medals to prove it. And everyone knew I sucked at the game. I wasn't even paying attention when I won, but it made my mom so happy that she took the wining piece and made it into a necklace. One of her biggest hobbies was jewelry making, my sister did it with her to sometimes.
You know, when she wasn't getting straight A's in all of her advanced classes, or getting medals for winning gymnastic competitions, or winning soccer tournaments, or pitching softballs at over seventy an hour. She was the ideal perfect, smarts, looks, talent, athletic. Just fucking perfect. With her natural blond hair and bright green eyes with specks of blue hidden within, small slightly upturned nose and full pink lips, she was the exact image of my mother. She was supposed to go to one of the best universities in the country on a scholarship this year, now that will never happen.
I missed them all so much.
There was a drunk driver that night, and when they were getting ready to turn in to the parking lot of the studio he hit them dead on. Everything went dead quite for me as I watched the car spin out of control into another car, that smashed it in the side against the wall of the building. When the paramedics finally got there, my father was pronounced dead, my sister was in a coma, and my mom was on her dying breath. She called me over, told me that she loved me, and gave a bloody kiss on my cheek. I couldn't feel anything at that point, everything was silent and blurred. I remember the paramedics taking me in the back of the ambulance with my sister. After three days of sitting by her side, waiting for her to wake up, the noises came back. There was beeping, and high pitch screams from all directions, machines and people alike were yelling out that she was dying. They tore me away from my place by her side as they tried to keep her alive. And then all the lines went dead, only one long beep remained, and I could have sworn I heard someone say 'I'm sorry, we tried our best.' But it didn't matter, because she was gone.
And then I was left alone.
I dug around in my messenger bag, pulling out the single bottle of water I had and pill bottle out. Apparently, according to doctors, I was clinically depressed. So they did what all normal doctors do and gave me a lovely prescription. I took the pill, drinking half of the water, and couldn't help but wonder why there was something wrong with me. Why I wasn't normal like all the other kids. I gave a sigh, and watched as the sky slowly turned to black, not seeing the sun for a second. The train stopped before the sun could fully descend into the earth. Just one more train ride, and I'll be in lovely Nevada. Oh joy. I got off the train, checking my watch to see the time. It was only seven thirty, the train wouldn't come in till eight next morning.
I got up and walked over to the washroom. Deciding that it was going to be the last time I would be in a one room washroom I changed clothing, and brushed my teeth. It was nice to have a clean pair of clothing on my back, I just wished that I could have taken a shower. I looked in the mirror once again and groaned slightly as I rubbed my cheek with my hand. If possible, I looked even worse than I had the day before. I looked at the dark bags under my bloodshot eyes and couldn't help but pull my eyelid down. I looked sick. My hair was sticking to my forehead, slightly damp and tangled. I choked on a sob and walked out of the washroom, unable to look at my appearance anymore.
I let a small sigh escape my lips and sat in the waiting area for the next train. I pulled my legs up to my chest and started to wait. I was still so tired and hungry, it was hard not to fall asleep. That was all I wanted to do. To sleep without having to worry about where I might be tomorrow, or without worrying about how I was going to get money, or anything really. To sleep without having nightmares, or dreams at all that matter. Perhaps, to even sleep and never wake up. I held my bags close to my chest, and attempted to sleep.
I woke up three hours later, and couldn't help but wish that time would pass a little faster. If only I had some way to get some money. Of course, I couldn't with my bags so I had to just sit and wait. I looked around the empty room, of course there was no sign of life. Everyone was at home asleep in their warm comfy beds. I wondered what it would be like living with my aunt and uncle.
I pulled the book my sister got me out of my bag and started to read the chapters out of order. I had already read it cover to cover a million times over, but that didn't matter. By the time it was seven in the morning, I had manged to read the book five times. It wasn't short, or long for that matter, and it was the kind of book that you would read in English. I figured that was where she had found out about it, but I didn't really care. I put it back into my bag and waited for the train to come.
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