by Kimberly Davis

Created on: June 03, 2009

The train was full with the rush hour crowds that morning. Everyone was minding their own business doing their make up, reading books and newspapers, or just rejoining the slumbering world at the early hour. All except for one.

At first glance she didn't think she seemed out of place. She had on a trendy green jacket over her light gray skirt suit with matching high heels. Her blonde hair was cut short, just below her chin, and dried straight as a board. A small chunk of hair was covering the right half of her face.

Her legs were crossed tightly at the knee and pulled as close to her as the seat would allow. Her bag, instead of being in the floor or at her side, was clutched tightly in her arms, giving her the same feeling as being at home cuddling the pillow while she cried her last tears not much earlier.

She anxiously glanced at every passenger, feeling paranoid that they were all watching her, as if they knew her decision and were all judging her. She clutched the purse tighter to her chest as more people got on at each stop. They were all judging her.

Instinctively, she released the bag with one arm and put a hand to her stomach, feeling both anxious and protective as she continued to eye the surrounding commuters. She couldn't accept that they were oblivious to her, doing what they could to pass the time on the way to repeat the droll pattern of their daily lives.

At least, that's how she usually felt. Every day the same: go to work, come home, go to sleep, get up and do it all again. All this time she had screamed and pleaded in her own head for something anything to give her a change; some excitement. Now she regretted every thought.

What she wouldn't give now to go back to her horribly boring life. It had to be better than what she was about to do.

She looked along the walls of the train, at the posters that littered every inch, avoiding the imaginary stares around her. There were posters for hospitals, and fast food with their new and improved breakfasts, a new airline trying to make a name for themselves. Her eyes stopped at the last one on the wall another hospital ad, with a picture of a happy mother and her newborn child in her arms.

She felt her heart rip in two, amazed no one else could hear the horrific sound. She doubled over and put her head in between her legs to fight the nausea that threatened to overtake her. The floor was starting to swirl under her as she hyperventilated.

Hey, are you alright? a voice asked. She

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