It's almost two A.M.
Why am I still awake?
I keep thinking about that girl. I feel guilty for leaving her there, she didn't look too much older than me. She's probably gone by now.
I get up and put on my coat; if I don't go and see if that girl is okay, I'm just going to end up staying awake for what is left of the night.
As I step out of the door I begin to regret not wearing more layers, but I shouldn't have to bear it for longer than a few minutes.
Once I start to get closer to the bench, the train goes by and makes makes another breeze to worry about. I forgot it usually came through around this time. I've lived in this town whole life and I never actually questioned where it comes from or goes to. I guess it didn't concern me because it didn't have to. Pretty sure that it's one of those coal trains, or a train that carries potential revenue. Something along those lines- tracks. I know it has empty boxcars that folks jump on and off of, you know, free travel and all ; no doubt in my mind that it isn't the safest.
When I finally get to the bench the girl is still there. It dissapoints me because even though I'm not, I feel like I'm obligated to give her shelter or something. I stare at her face for a while, under the street light she looks pale. For fear that she might turn blue and that my toes would freeze, I decide I'd carry her back to my house. I know she isn't dead, I can still see her breath. She still has a chance at avoiding pneumonia or hypothermia. She can stay for the night and leave when she wakes up