I’m sitting on the train. It’s late, about eleven perhaps. I have been travelling for a long time, and now I’m not far from home. In the distance I can see cars travelling along the road, and the flashing lights of the city. I start packing up my things slowly, starting with my iPod. Then suddenly the train jerks and throws me off my chair and onto the ground followed by my stuff. I can remember lots of loud noises and bangs but it’s pretty much all a blur. The next thing I know I’m lying in complete darkness and I’m in horrible pain! From my toes to my neck, everything hurts. I am in agony. I breathe in slowly and try to keep calm. I want to scream out for help at the top of my lungs, but I can’t find my voice. All I can do is hope. The wind is getting stronger and burning furiously on my face. What is going to happen to me? Where am I? Who’s going to rescue me? I try to make sense of all the questions buzzing through my mind. Suddenly I feel faint and dizzy. I close my eyes. I can’t remember what happens next, but when I open my eyes I have an awful headache.
“What happened?” I groan.
“You were in a train crash love”
I recognised that voice, it was my dad.
He told me how I was found by a stranger who called an ambulance. My headache was slowly beginning to ease.
“You’re going to be alright.” Mum squeezed my hand tightly; I wish I had the strength to squeeze her back. But al least I was reassured. Mum said I was going to be ok, and so did the nurse. So it has to be true right?