The last train home

“May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.” 
 ― George Carlin

It could not have been me. That’s impossible. There must be some logical explanation for this.

I still hear the screams when I close my eyes at night. I see the people gathering by the platform and calling for help. Most of all, I still hear the sounds of bones breaking. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.

Of course it was not me. I mean, I have been though similar situations all my life and nothing like this has ever happened. I am sure I am not the only one. There’s no blame on me, no responsibility. Who could honestly stand and say that they have never wished harm to others? Specially if you live in a big city. We are humans. Come on!

Cities are full of assholes. I have lived here all my life. I hear things like “I wish I had a gun” all the time. Taxi drivers tell me the worst stories of how the streets are filled with violence and how all that’s going on has changed people over the years. We have become more aggressive, even over the most trivial things.

I am not the one to be blamed, here. I was standing on the platform, listening to music and minding my own business. There was plenty of space round me. He didn’t have to push me like that to get though. It was rude and unnecessary. People like that need to learn some manners.

But that doesn’t mean that I had anything to do with it. Who could prove that? You? Don’t waste your time with made up stories found on the Internet about telekinesis or some crap like that. You can’t probe anything. I have already searched the web and found a lot of magical and irrational explanations. Even demons and stuff. It’s all bullshit.

I admit I was pissed off. Really, I mean, what kind of jerk pushes you to make his way on an almost empty platform? Someone who pushes you to get trough is just someone with no respect for their fellow man. I do, I care about people. I am a good person.

Are you trying to tell me that you would not have been annoyed? You get off work after an awful day and all you want to do is have a quiet ride home. But some asshole pushes you like you are a bag of crap or something standing in the way. Of course you get angry at them. Surely you stay and focus all your energy on the back of their head while you listen to the sound of the train getting closer and you wish you could push that asshole under it because the world would be a better place without that kind of individuals who only care about themselves and surely has been rude to all kinds of people and, what if I was pregnant or something? Do they stop to think about it? No! They just go round the world pushing people around and always getting their way while the rest of us, the polite ones, get all the violence and the rudeness and everything that’s wrong with the world it’s because of people like that and DON’T YOU DARE GIVE ME THAT LOOK! I DIDN’T MOVE! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! HE MUST HAVE JUMPED OR SOMETHING! MAYBE HE WAS SUICIDAL! OR MAYBE IT WAS SOMEONE ELSE! I WAS JUST LOOKING AT HIM AND I DIDN’T EVEN MOVE AND THE NEXT THING I KNOW IS THAT HE STARTED MOVING TOWARDS THE RAILS BUT HIS LEGS WERE NOT MOVING AND HE SCREAMED “NOOOOO” AND HE LOOKED BACK AT ME AND I SAW THE FEAR IN HIS EYES BUT MAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE HE WAS HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS ABOUT TAKING HIS OWN LIFE AND IT WAS NOT ME BECAUSE I CAN’T MOVE THINGS OR PEOPLE WITH MY MIND AND EVEN IF I DID THE ASSHOLE DESERVED IT I AM A GOOD PERSON AND MAYBE SOMEONE ELSE WAS THINKING THE SAME THING AND THEN IT WOULD BE THEIR FAULT TOO!!!

It is not logical. It is not possible. I am confident that I had nothing to do with it.

I have not been able to ride the train since.


This story is part of my weekly writing challenge. Today I tried with fiction, and the “writing prompt” I had for this text was “Have you ever experienced something that just could not be logically explained?”

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