Tokyo Train

This was updated on 27th December and it would be best to read this before the second chapter to follow up with the story.

She stares in front of her as a train approaches, and mindlessly steps inside, thinking of what had happened. 

Taking the seat she first sees, she sits down gazing at the empty seats ahead of her. Her brain remains mush and it cannot comprehend anything at the moment. All she sees are blurring images of everything that passes her. 

Her skin burns and it's hard to figure out where. Her eyesight is fixed but not really, all she sees is a blur. 

It's mostly her head, which is out of reach, so much so that it's hard to get control over it. It plays her a single sound,  two gunshots, and that is all she hears. 

The train had started and was now moving forward. She tries to look out the window on her left. It's after several hours that her vision clears and she turns to look around the train. 

All she sees are empty seats and a lone boy. The boy wears black cargo and a red hood while continuously staring into his phone. It's hard to see what he looks and while she is trying to do that, the train stops and two girls enter, giggling. 

Their voices pierce through her ears and she can't help but be haunted by the memories of her past. How she used to sit in the Delhi metro with her friends and laugh with them and how she used to have peaceful dinners with her parents in the safety of her house. Nothing is safe anymore. Only two gunshots. 

She feels a wetness on the tips of her fingers. She looks down at her left hand had that's when she realises that her fingers have pierced through the seat fabric and now her skin is coming apart from the force. She pulls out her hand to see her fingertips red with blood. 

Two gunshots and slashes of blood.

The sight brings terrifying thoughts. 

But an idea strikes and she knows what she needs to do to get out of this loop, this labyrinth. 

All she needs is something to numb her mind, something that would drag her out. 

More gunshots.

So many of them that they would all rule out the others, so many that it won't be the sound of gunshots but a vibrational noise. 

Her hand shakes terrifically and blood drips down her sleeve as she laughs a manic laughter. 

The boy gives her a weird look and returns back to his phone screen. 

Her hand reaches back to feel where she had hidden her gun and finds it there. 

The train stops after several minutes and she gets down.

The stop has a weird aura. The lights are a muted dirty yellow and the same are the walls but with stains accumulated over several years. 

She walks down to the bathroom, pulls out her gun, keeps it near the sink and washes her hands and face. This is when a girl walks out of one of the cabinets. She smiles at her and washes her hands. 

They both get out of there at the same time and she accidently steps on the girl's foot and at that moment, she realises, that the girl can't speak. 

That is all the hint she needs to drag the girl down to one of the cabins and shoot her. 

She returns back to the train as if nothing had happened. 

The train starts to move just in time and the doors close. Nothing's changed and yet everything has. The boy starts to look out of the window, but she doesn't care.