Subway Fright

Hey everyone! Here is another story from when I went to camp. Again, my teacher played his guitar, and we pretended to be at a subway station. I would like to give two shout outs. To my friend that I made there, Chloe. Thanks for reading. And an early birthday shout-out to my BFFL, Sara. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Whoosh! I jumped back at the train approaching. Behind me, I saw some people flinch at the noise.

Others, however, weren’t even fazed. They stood, a newspaper in their face. They had ridden the subway too many times to know that it wasn’t dangerous. But I had a good reason to be scared. This was my first time on a subway, and quite frankly, I was scared stiff.

Ten years ago, my mother’s friend’s aunt had been run over by a subway. I was little then—my mom said too little to remember, but somehow, I did—and after that day, I vowed never to take a subway. Ever.

But now, as it seems, I was breaking that vow.

The train slowly whizzed to a stop, and the doors opened and many people came out. I was frozen in place at the sight of the big, metal monster.

There was a man talking on a cell phone, another man with a newspaper, a woman with a small toddle, and a boy my age chewing gum, hands in his pockets.

The people started to board, but my feet were still in place, nonmoving.

I could just remember that fateful day.

I was around three years old when my mom first took me to the subway station. I was quite excited; the thought of riding something really fast underground caused my palms to sweat and my heart speed up. Her friend, along with her aunt, had tagged along.

Before the train was due to come, my mom and her friend and her aunt talking near the bench. I wandered over to the edge with my teddy bear. The yellow line that was drawn near the edge should’ve given me a warning to stay back, but I ignored it.

When I was directly on the yellow line, I was throwing my bear up and down, one of the many things I loved to do with him.

The third time in the air, I failed to catch him when he came down, and he fell over the edge.

He was my favorite teddy bear, so I climbed down the stairs located near me, and jumped into the big hole to retrieve my bear.

When my small hands touched my bear’s soft fur, I heard a rumble. The train was coming. I froze up.

With every passing second, the rumble grew louder. No one saw me, probably because I was too little.

As the metal train approached, I closed my eyes and suddenly felt strong arms hold me tight, and suddenly, I was in the air, my mom reaching over to catch me as I went back over the edge.

I didn’t remember anything much about that horrific afternoon. I only remembered flashing red and white lights, and my mom and her friend crying real hard.

It was only a couple years later that I had found out what had happened.

A light touch on my shoulder jolted me out of my thoughts.

It was a middle-aged woman.

“Are you okay?” she asked worriedly, glancing at my pale face.

I nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

“Are you getting on?”

I shook me head. “No.”

“Oh, okay,” she said before leaving.

I watched as she went on—the doors closing with a big whoosh—before I slowly walked away. Away.

Did you like it? I hope so.

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Midnight-Wolfe