The sun was setting. The train was getting slower and slower, the wheels clacking against the tracks as they rolled through the countryside. I leaned back in my seat, enjoying the breeze that blew past me. It was a beautiful day and I was on my way home after a long day of work.
I looked out the window and saw something white flash by in the distance—a tree? A rock? Something else entirely?
I tried to think it over but wasn’t sure what had just happened or why it had happened. My mind kept going back to one thing: danger. I was being followed. I couldn’t be sure but I was pretty sure it was the same person who had followed me earlier that day. He was still out there and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still following me. I looked down at my phone. No new messages. I looked up at the clock. It was 11:30pm. I was almost home. I was safe. I could relax. I could go to bed and get some rest. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt like I was falling asleep when I heard a rust. I opened my eyes and looked out the window. I saw the white flash again. It was closer this time. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the screen. There was a new message. It was from my mother. I read it to myself:
‘I can’t believe you, I thought you were safe. I don’t know what to do. I can’t believe you’re still out there. I can’t believe you’re still in danger. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’m so sorry.’
I felt like I was going to cry. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to have to deal with my mother’s emotions. I didn’t want to feel the pain, the guilt, the fear she was feeling. Love you so much, mom!
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Sincerely,
