63. Chapter 13 Part 2
The doors slide open. I stand, letting the conductor’s jacket fall to the floor, and start running again. I don’t know where I am at all now, but I need to get away from the station. If anyone does raise the alarm, the areas surrounding the stations would be searched first.
So I run, in unknown directions, choosing turning points at random, making my movements unpredictable. The city at night is beautiful in a way, the streetlights glistening on drenched pavements, the rain falling in the steady beams made visible, bringing movement to the stillness.
Turning into a dark passageway, I trip and hit my elbow on the damp bricks to my right as I fall onto the broken concrete. I feel my jaw smash against the ground, sending jolts of pain through my skull. I get to my feet to check that nothing is broken, but I hear footsteps behind me. I duck quickly behind some discarded boxes, pulling my knees in to my chest and refusing to let myself breathe.
Listening carefully, I can hear there are two, maybe three, sets of feet walking my way. I wish them away, not audibly, but in my head I tell myself it’s just a dream.
It’s just a dream.
Maybe the pain as the fist hits me is just a dream as well. Maybe the struggle as the back of my head hits the wall is just a dream as well. Maybe the glint of a blade is just a dream as well. Maybe the sound of blood dripping from my chest is just a dream as well. Maybe my body being thrown to the ground is just a dream as well. Maybe my head hitting the concrete for the second time is just a dream as well. Maybe the laughter as he walks away is just a dream as well.
But I know it wasn’t, because now I can feel my vision and my mind closing.