The Train at Midnight
By: Stephany Aguilar
Yes, it is true. I did it. I did that to her. I loved her too, it’s true. I honestly don’t even
know how it all happened. I feel like I got the flu in this gray and small room. I just want to sleep
peacefully, like her. I don't want anything to do with any of these questions.
“What led to all of this, Mush?” questioned the police officer.
“I don't remember. My brain is exhausted. I can't even think,” I answered slowly.
“You can go to the cell and rest. We will speak again tomorrow morning,” stated the
police officer.
“Thank you, officer.”
I hope I remember by tomorrow morning. I never wanted any of this to happen. Or did I?
I honestly never would have thought she would fall for me. She had different desires,
dreams, and just a different lifestyle. She was so beautiful. Big hazel eyes, slick brown hair, and
a very nice smile. I was… well unique. Small eyes, dandruff in my hair, not a very straight or
nice smile, and no future. Even if she believed I did, everything I wasn't, she was.
The memory of our first meeting haunted me as I recalled the events that led up to this.
“Where are you heading?” Jasmine asked.
“I'm going home,” I answered quietly.
“You should speak up, I won't bite!” she laughed.
She was good looking but I did not like her one bit. I can’t stand people who talk too
much. I could never find out why people even bother to speak to others on a train, especially at
midnight.
