hjhj (reposefall) wrote in repose, @ 2019-11-19 23:01:00 |
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Holly wasn't on the train. Holly wasn't on the train because Holly wasn't anywhere. Not anywhere here, anyway... or he hadn't been. Okay, okay, so he wasn't making a lot of sense. But he was not okay. I mean, he was so not okay that being not okay was currently the only thing there was. Backtrack. Backtracking. Breathe. He knew something had happened on the train, on some train, but not because he'd been there. He'd found himself in the woods, because that was how it always was with him, apparently. The fucking woods. He'd ended up there, no phone, no nothing, and he'd hauled his ass home on foot. There, he'd found precisely no one. I mean, he found no one in the entire fucking town. It was like that place Silent Hill was kinda based on. Centralia. It was like Centralia. The entire town was empty and still and dead, and all that did was freak him out more. And then he'd started walking, and he finally encountered someone. A teenager, and the teenager said everyone was at the train station. And, yeah, okay, Holly probably should've asked questions at that point, but he didn't. He walked. No. Ran. He ran, and he still had like a fucking mile to go. He was dressed like he had been when he'd, well, stopped being here. But he was sweaty and messy and his feet hurt. But none of that really mattered, right? Because he was freaking the fuck out in this big and massive way that eclipsed pain somehow. And he'd passed a handful of people now, all of them walking back into town. Some of them looked happy and were talking to people, other people looked shocked. Some people were crying, and there were cars too, but only a few, and Holly? Holly was fucked up. I mean, he got it. He knew it was some town thing. He even kinda remembered it starting? Maybe. He remembered not being home anymore, and then being in some train cabin. But then he was home again. Except it wasn't home. It wasn't his now home. So, yeah. He was running. He ran. |