‘The City’ by Anon Year 7


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?

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