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The Train Station
There she was, a young girl living the dream, waiting for the trip she’d been dreaming about to nowhere but expecting to go everywhere. She was checking her phone while waiting on the line when she realized she didn’t get any calls.
“One-way ticket, please.” She asked while trying to find out where she was going to sleep or how she could survive in such an expensive place without a job and 10 euros a day. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing, ‘Sylvia is calling you’ the phone said. She greeted her with a simple but meaningful “Hello, how are you?” but Sylvia didn’t reply.
“You’re not really doing this, are you?” the girl said.
“I guess the only thing left to say is: Aufwiedersehen!” Sylvia said.
Then the girl hung up and started to cry. All the moments they spent together meant nothing to her anymore, she was about to start a new life and Sylvia couldn’t do anything about it. She asked herself how someone could be like family to you and from one day to another everything just faded away and they’re like strangers now. Maybe Julia was sad too, maybe she was going through a tough time and she hadn’t realized, maybe she didn’t want to be her best friend anymore, or maybe she didn’t care at all and she was just being selfish. Maybe, just maybe.
“All the passengers to Vienna, this is your last call” a voice called like it was God himself.
She didn’t care, she had just been kicked out of her best friend’s life and she couldn’t do anything about it but to expect Julia to understand, but in the inside, she knew she couldn’t.
This was her dream, and no one could stop her, not even her almost sister. She stood up and whipped off her tears, she was doing it. No more crying until she arrived in Vienna, the place nobody knew but the travelers said it was unforgettable.
She got in the train. Seconds after there was Sylvia, on the other side of the window, her dress was black, and she was wearing those hideous earrings she only wore while being with her father. “Wasn’t her at home?” she asked herself.
But then she saw the small bruises on her wrists and the flowers she was holding, they were red poppies. Sylvia was looking at her with desperation, she couldn’t believe it.
“No way, this can’t be happening” the girl said.
Sylvia stood next to the window, while saying goodbye to her best friend, as the train was starting to move.
“Stop the train! Stop it! Please!” the girl said but no one cared.
When she returned home there was nothing left to do, she lost Sylvia.
