Runaway Train Wreck
Everything was dark, the sound of the train on the train tracks waking me. I opened my eyes and found my head resting on the train window. I looked down and saw that I was wearing jeans, black shoes with a blue shirt on with my hands were tied to the seat. I looked up in a panic to see no one else in this cart. I do not remember getting on a train, especially not like this. The train I would usually get on have green felt on the seats with black for the rest. This train had orange seats with a dark blue for the rest. I somehow put my hand in my left jean pocket to see if my phone was there or if I had a ticket, to my surprise my phone was not there but I had a very tiny knife in my pocket. I took the knife out of my pocket and thought to myself how the hell I am going to use it to cut the ropes on my wrists.
