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SENSITIVE CONTENT IN THIS POST BASED ON A TRUE STORY
I went through the darkest moment a person can have in his or her life. I went through darkness, and I met the devil who introduced himself as a friend. He guided me to the world of death. I decided to talk about it and maybe it will help me in a way that I can handle being still alive in a better way, to become a better person, to take off memories, and relieve some thoughts. So I will take you on a journey that left a lovely person behind and that created a person with a broken heart and almost no hope. And this is my story about my experiences before that day when I wanted to kill myself.
The following content is R-rated!
Chapter 2 - Bloody Sunday
19 days ago
It is a lovely Sunday. I went out early on this day to see my friends and to have a nice and chilling breakfast with them.
Whenever I wanted to go to the city or back home I had to take the train.
It was a wonderful breakfast we had. The restaurant was right in front of the river that is flowing through our small city. We had yam and eggs, sausages, toast, and fresh juices. I did not tell them what happened 2 days ago, what I have been through to what I have shares in Chapter 1 (link here)
For some reason, I did not want to bother about my visions, all that I wanted to do so to live a normal life and not bother too much.
I remember me asking my friends if they have noticed that I was wearing my new leather leggings, and they said we know and met you that way so most probably they did not. We finished our breakfast and the sun was shining. It had something like a magical atmosphere when the sun touched the water and the birds were singing. I really enjoyed that day, but that should have changed in just one second.
They brought me to the train station and left because my friends were living in the city and I had a long way to go home since I was living in the province. The train came and I remember that they said see you next Saturday for our traditional poker night.
I was sitting on the train. It stopped after it had passed the second station. There was a scary silence in the air. We did not move for 90 minutes, and I was wondering why? The speaker aired that there was a problem with the railway but that was not the truth. Suddenly a man was running fast beside me. He was bleeding out of his stomach. It looked liked he was seriously injured. He run to the other end of the train, and he was followed by a second man holding a knife in his hands. I was watching them. I got scared. What the hell just happened? I was asking myself.
He caught the man who was injured already. He stabbed into his back. The man fell on his knees and the other man stabbed him again, ones, twice, three times, no, ten times. His guts were all over the floor and the offender was full of his blood. He killed the man. After that, he stood up again, and he turned around to other passengers and to me, too. I was shocked, I froze, I could not move, I was too scared to run away. The doors are still locked and I looked into the face of other people and I remember that I also saw an older people couple. We looked at each other with wide-open mouth and the grandma said to her husband that the final day has come. We knew that the last seconds of our lives have arrived. All that I thought was that this is not real. I never saw someone stabbing another person and taking out its intestine and guts. I thought it was a horrible dream and soon we will wake up. But we did not.
The ticket inspector came into the wagon and was talking to the man who was still covered with the blood of his first victim. The offender said no you have no idea what I have been through and why I am doing this and you will never ever find out. This was the moment when he was attacking the ticket inspector and killed him, too. I closed my eyes and tried to not think about it. But what I remember is the sound of his knife and how it went through bones and skin, a sound that is like the sound of a computer keyboard, when you press a single key. This is how it sounded in that situation.
The man looked at his victim. He said you all will die today. He was looking for his third victim, he started to walk around, and he looked at the older couple, and he said no you are too old, and he looked at me and said no you are too young.
I did not realize the meaning of his words at that moment. I was shocked, I could not breathe, I could not move, I could not do anything.
Sirens are starting to sound off. The police came in. The man wanted to run away, and he was trapped at the very end of the train. A voice shouted to the man that he was asked to come out. The door opened and the policeman said drop the knife, but he did not, he wanted to escape. Three shots sounded through the air, one, two, three.
They shot the man, he was dead immediately.
After that my memories turn grey.
This horror trip took more than 90 minutes. I was helped by medical assistance and by the police officers. They protocolled what I saw and what I reported to them. They asked if they can bring me home and I said no it is okay, I will just take the bus because I need a moment for myself.
They gave me some medicine, and they said it is okay, you are alive, and it is all over now.
I took the bus from that station going home. While sitting in the bus I still had the sound of his knife in my ears. I closed my eyes and started to cry.
I never talked about it until now, I never ever wanted to see blood, guts, and other stuff like that anymore in my entire life. In movies, it looks so fake, that I can tell for sure now. But in reality, you wish not to see this.
I came home. I closed the door and I went to my balcony. My roommate came to me and asked me if I heard about the news that someone went crazy and killed people on a railway near our home. I told her that I heard about it, but I did not tell her the truth. I could not do that right away. I never told her. I looked into the sky and what I saw there was not the sun on that cloud-free super sunny Sunday. My whole body was still shaking and my hands were so cold. I saw shadows, and I saw darkness. I saw a bloody sun and a bloody sky and I wished to die...
To be continued...
It is a lovely Sunday. I went out early on this day to see my friends and to have a nice and chilling breakfast with them.
Whenever I wanted to go to the city or back home I had to take the train.
It was a wonderful breakfast we had. The restaurant was right in front of the river that is flowing through our small city. We had yam and eggs, sausages, toast, and fresh juices. I did not tell them what happened 2 days ago, what I have been through to what I have shares in Chapter 1 (link here)
For some reason, I did not want to bother about my visions, all that I wanted to do so to live a normal life and not bother too much.
I remember me asking my friends if they have noticed that I was wearing my new leather leggings, and they said we know and met you that way so most probably they did not. We finished our breakfast and the sun was shining. It had something like a magical atmosphere when the sun touched the water and the birds were singing. I really enjoyed that day, but that should have changed in just one second.
They brought me to the train station and left because my friends were living in the city and I had a long way to go home since I was living in the province. The train came and I remember that they said see you next Saturday for our traditional poker night.
I was sitting on the train. It stopped after it had passed the second station. There was a scary silence in the air. We did not move for 90 minutes, and I was wondering why? The speaker aired that there was a problem with the railway but that was not the truth. Suddenly a man was running fast beside me. He was bleeding out of his stomach. It looked liked he was seriously injured. He run to the other end of the train, and he was followed by a second man holding a knife in his hands. I was watching them. I got scared. What the hell just happened? I was asking myself.
He caught the man who was injured already. He stabbed into his back. The man fell on his knees and the other man stabbed him again, ones, twice, three times, no, ten times. His guts were all over the floor and the offender was full of his blood. He killed the man. After that, he stood up again, and he turned around to other passengers and to me, too. I was shocked, I froze, I could not move, I was too scared to run away. The doors are still locked and I looked into the face of other people and I remember that I also saw an older people couple. We looked at each other with wide-open mouth and the grandma said to her husband that the final day has come. We knew that the last seconds of our lives have arrived. All that I thought was that this is not real. I never saw someone stabbing another person and taking out its intestine and guts. I thought it was a horrible dream and soon we will wake up. But we did not.
The ticket inspector came into the wagon and was talking to the man who was still covered with the blood of his first victim. The offender said no you have no idea what I have been through and why I am doing this and you will never ever find out. This was the moment when he was attacking the ticket inspector and killed him, too. I closed my eyes and tried to not think about it. But what I remember is the sound of his knife and how it went through bones and skin, a sound that is like the sound of a computer keyboard, when you press a single key. This is how it sounded in that situation.
The man looked at his victim. He said you all will die today. He was looking for his third victim, he started to walk around, and he looked at the older couple, and he said no you are too old, and he looked at me and said no you are too young.
I did not realize the meaning of his words at that moment. I was shocked, I could not breathe, I could not move, I could not do anything.
Sirens are starting to sound off. The police came in. The man wanted to run away, and he was trapped at the very end of the train. A voice shouted to the man that he was asked to come out. The door opened and the policeman said drop the knife, but he did not, he wanted to escape. Three shots sounded through the air, one, two, three.
They shot the man, he was dead immediately.
After that my memories turn grey.
This horror trip took more than 90 minutes. I was helped by medical assistance and by the police officers. They protocolled what I saw and what I reported to them. They asked if they can bring me home and I said no it is okay, I will just take the bus because I need a moment for myself.
They gave me some medicine, and they said it is okay, you are alive, and it is all over now.
I took the bus from that station going home. While sitting in the bus I still had the sound of his knife in my ears. I closed my eyes and started to cry.
I never talked about it until now, I never ever wanted to see blood, guts, and other stuff like that anymore in my entire life. In movies, it looks so fake, that I can tell for sure now. But in reality, you wish not to see this.
I came home. I closed the door and I went to my balcony. My roommate came to me and asked me if I heard about the news that someone went crazy and killed people on a railway near our home. I told her that I heard about it, but I did not tell her the truth. I could not do that right away. I never told her. I looked into the sky and what I saw there was not the sun on that cloud-free super sunny Sunday. My whole body was still shaking and my hands were so cold. I saw shadows, and I saw darkness. I saw a bloody sun and a bloody sky and I wished to die...
To be continued...
