Friday, January 15, 2016
It means so much when it might be your last moments.
I am under the man and woman I was sitting beside. I pushed her arm from my face. It's not attached any more.
Why is this happening?
I just wanted to take the train downtown. I just wanted to have fun.
There are more now. I hear them.
That first one. Where did he come from? This can't be real. How can a person tear apart another person that fast?
I wish I was home. I wish I was with my mom. I wish I didn't get so mad. I wish I could see her again. I hope she is okay. I hope she is safe.
I need to get out of here.
I hope I make it.
I hope I live.