Ethan Miranda

LAKE OFF RED

CHAPTER ONE My legs were on the verge of giving out. I could feel the numbness crawl up my thigh like creeping death. I pinched myself, bit my cheek. A bum on the opposite end of the train gave me side-eye, a smirk cut across her chapped lips. She knew the game I was playing and I loathed her for acknowledging it because now I could hear the sand in the hourglass running thin.