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.

For a couple of minutes, I attempted to slip my right wrist out from the rope, and it worked. Now I just had to use the knife for my left hand. It was difficult because I was left-handed, but I got free. I searched my right pocket, no ticket, no phone, nothing except the knife that was in my left pocket.

I went to get up to look for other passengers and anything that can explain why I was on this train. The front would be a good start to see why the train was speeding up a bit. I got out of my seat and start walking up the aisle to the next cart. I got to the door to the next cart and open it, no passengers. I keep walking up to the next cart, to the next door, and open it. No person in sight.

I looked down the aisle because I saw movement, it was a duck. “JEZZ little guy you scared me… Why is there be a duck on a train with no passengers? And why do you have a paper attached to your neck.”

I walk over to it and picked it up. It was very calm. I took the paper on a string off the duck and opened the paper to see if it said anything. I opened the paper it said: “If anything were to happen to me on this train, this is my duck. His name is Wilbert. I, his owner, am Amelia. Please take care of him who ever finds him.”

“Okay so I am stuck with a duck now. I was going to take him anyway because no one else is here and I like ducks…” I looked at the duck. “Who am I talking to? You?”

It just stared for a moment, then quacked.

With the duck in my left arm, I headed to the back of the train to see if the train was completely empty. Cart after cart, door after door there was no one. Just me and Wilbert. I have been awake on this train for at least two hours now and the train had not shown any signs of slowing down.

After staring blankly at the empty cart with orange seats, I came up with two options. One, go back to my cart, which was the middle one; or two, find the very front to see what is going on. I turned around to go back to my cart first and opened the door to hear people. On the other side, people were chatting like everything was normal.

I stood there in shock. The train has not stopped moving and I checked all the carts.

After standing at the door for a bit, I walked up to man wearing jeans and a red polo shirt, whose name was Thomas by his friends yelling at him.

“Excuse me sir, were this train headed” I asked but got no response. I asked someone else, a girl across from him in black leggings with a dark green sweater on, “Excuse me ma’am where is this train headed?”

No one answered me or even acknowledge me in anyway, except the duck which I found strange. Was I… invisible?! “No, I’m not invisible, that silly.”

I looked back and there were people in the cart I just came out of that was empty only a moment ago. I walked to the next cart filled with people as well and asked a few people where the train was headed.

No one answered or even saw me.

I stopped and thought about the information I had. I woke tied to a chair on a train, there was only a knife in my pocket and no ticket, the train was completely empty, and the only thing I found was a duck with a note. The train was completely empty and now all the carts are full, and the train did not show any signs of slowing down and still did not.

So, where did the people come from? Also, if no one could see me, could no one see the duck?

I walked to the front opened the door and surprisingly could access the engine car. There was no one there. I narrowed my gaze, thinking about what had happened the last time with this weird train. I closed the door and opened it again and suddenly there was now someone there.

I said hi but he did not answer.

I gave up and went back to my car to see that no one was sitting beside the seat I was originally beside. Something poked out from under my seat. I grabbed it, finding a carrier, with writing on the side: Wilbert.

Wait… did I own Wilbert?! Okay so if I owned the duck, then that makes my name Amelia from the note earlier.

Why would I bring a duck on a train?

There is still a lot of unclear things, I look over to the guy across the aisle, to his watch it said 4:37. I put Wilbert in the carrier and just sat back down. Maybe something would happen.

After three hours, I got up, grabbed Wilbert, and went to the front again.

As I got to the door, someone yelled, “What are they doing?! Why are they throwing rocks onto the tracks!”

I quickly looked out the window and saw some people throwing large rocks down onto the track not that far ahead of us. There was no time to slow down, we were going to be in an accident.

I run back to my seat, sit down and hug Wilbert tightly, preparing for the crash. Only a few seconds went by when the train jolted upwards before rolling over. My window broke and Wilbert and I went out the window. The train rolled, coming down on me. Then everything went black again.

Sirens blared, ambulances, police officers, firetrucks, all of it. But I was not on the ground, I was in the sky. My body in shambles next to the wrecked train.

Then, everything went 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.