On Her Own
What was that? I looked around me feverishly. No one called me Marie anymore. My mum was the only person to-
Have you missed me?
I spun around, certain the voice was coming from behind me. All I saw was blackness. I shivered, sure something was crawling up my spine.
I’ve missed you.
I felt a hand grab my shoulder, and then suddenly-
“Next stop Bloomfield, New Jersey.”
“Ohh…” I sat up, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands. I was so tired. I had a right to be tired.
I had just traveled about two hundred and sixty miles, for approximately four and a half hours across the bottom of New Hampshire, through Massachusetts, Connecticut, part of Pennsylvania and now finally I was arriving in New Jersey.
I was so tired, I almost considered going back to sleep, but I remembered I had to get off soon.
Wait, why should I get off? I’ve come this far, I should just keep going.
Oh, no you don’t. We’re here for a reason. Remember Grandma Rosalie.
I remember. I could never forget.