Gage Cilleti has just begun his junior year of high school, and is becoming more and more involved in his school's activities, considering he'd been playing baseball since he was just seven-years-old.
Elijah McCay has just dropped out of school, du...
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Elijah's car slowed into an empty parking lot. There were trees surrounding us. Trees and trees, then—nothingness. The entire area was so vacant, so seemingly empty. It was an abandoned train—that seemed like it went on for miles.
Not many lights flicked from the train, as it probably wasn't parked there anytime near today. It looked sketchy, but fun. A combination I had never experienced before. Elijah brought on a lot of things I'd never experienced before.
He parked in an one of the many empty slots, picking his key from the ignition. He turned over to me, eyes dazzling with amusement. I must've looked as nervous as I felt. "You okay?"
I raised an accusatory eyebrow. "No, I'm not okay. This looks like a place you'd take someone and hold them hostage. Is that what you're doing? Because, just so you know—my parents are not rich—"
He pushed at my shoulder, interrupting my joking rambling. "No, I'm not going to hold you hostage. I used to come here with my friends from Wayland. We used to tell come, bring snacks, and tell ghost stories and shit."
I nodded along, liking the idea of doing something like that. Rick and I never did anything even close to that. We spent most of our time either at his house, or a party—or school. But it'd be nice to branch out, and find more places to hang out.
Someplace like this.
Elijah slipped out of the drivers seat, doing his usual routine of rounding his way over to the passenger side, and pulling my door open. I stood from the passenger seat, letting him close the door behind me.
I slipped my hands into my sweatshirts pockets, careful not to trip over the graveled road. He did the same, as we took slow steps toward the inside of the abandoned train.
It was dingy and dark. And my mind began to play tricks on me, whenever something would shift, or an unexpected sound would ring through the darkness. My feet stumbled slightly over a large rock, as my hand reached out to hang onto Elijah's hoodie.
He turned over to me in surprise, holding me up by my upper arm. Once I was steady ground he laughed, carrying on walking. "Who knew you were clumsy."
I pushed at his shoulder. "Leave me alone."
He dipped his hoodies pockets, pulling out two, very seemingly small flashlights. He hands me one, and I inspect it with a curled lip. I hadn't expected him to come so prepared. But I guess you should be, when going to visit an abandoned train.
Considering the fact that I'd never been to an abandoned anything.
As we step foot into the train, a chill runs up my spine. I hadn't meant to scare myself, but while looking into the darkness, I couldn't help but hold onto Elijah a little more closely. Because for some reason, he made me feel safe.
