The Train

I

Kayla's POV

Blood starts coming from the hangnail that I have been pulling on for the last ten minutes. I decide to just add it to the collection of other ones that decorate my fingers. I glance down at them and notice how chipped my nail polish is and how dry my hands are. I rub my hands together causing the already dry and worn patches to inflame, but I don't care.

I wonder why I have so many hangnails. It makes me wonder if it has something to do with my lack of appetite and growing stress.

My body is pushes forward slightly as the train comes to a slow stop. I have two more stops until I get off for school.

The weather outside is starting to get chilly. Winter is definitely coming. I love the winter. I love wearing sweaters 5 times too big and the sound of boots crushing layers of snow. Love staying inside away from people, reading books with a cup of coffee.

I watch as a middle aged blonde and a man walk onto the train before the doors finally shut. I watch as her mouth moves up and down about how she hates the cold. I see the adoration in the man's eyes as they laugh about something else. They must have made quite a bit of noise because a few people around them look at them with questioning glances, though they don't seem to mind.

The couple stay standing by the door, each holding the same railing causally brushing hands. It seams as thought they are in their own little bubble. The world around them doesn't seem to matter as long they are together.

From my seat on the train I can see the next stop coming up fast. I rub my hands together because I haven't been able to keep heat in them.

One more stop.

I hate large groups of people. My anxiety levels go through the roof. No matter how many times I take public transportation I never get over this anxiety.

My stop can't come fast enough, but before I can make it to the door someone taps my shoulder causing me to come to a halt. I turn around.

His mouth move along with his hands. His left hand comes up in a writing motion. I shake my head and point to the headphones in my ears. He ignores my action and repeats the motion with his hands.

A pen. He wants a pen.

I reach for my backpack and hand him a pen.

He smiles at me and it was then that I realize how attractive the boy in front of me is. He has an angelic smile.

I move my lips up in a slight smile before I turn and quickly exit the crowded train.

Once I am out, I look both ways and see the couple from before walking in the opposite direction that I am heading. I turn away from them and make my way down the busy city streets.