The train rail

I lived on a small shelter on the middle of nowhere. I lived alone with my drunken dad and my two brothers and sister… I´m was always beaten up, and when I say always I mean always. It just sucks!! Sometimes when no nobody was home and I was sure that I was really all alone, I used to go to the woods and just lie down there among the leaves and the flowers ... It makes me feel better, makes me feel free, like life doesn’t  suck that bad.

The other day I decided to go back there and instead of trees and plants I found train rail. I never saw one before, sure I heard about but, but I never saw one! I was clearly lost. But instead of turning around and walk away; instead of trying to go home…I just sat on that strange metal wishing  for the train to come, waiting for that stupid train to come and just take me with it, just take me far away from there!... And he did.

I have no regret. Every day when I look down to that railway track I remember that specific day, the day when I truly knew what people mean when they talk about happiness, and for the first time in those ten miserable  years of my life I felt what freedom is like. I felt so open, so light, like nothing could stop me. And I know I’m no longer alive…But at list I´m not alone…