ALYSSA
I gasp as I feel my body being propelled towards the tracks, with the train inches away. In a flash of light, I regain my balance and step away from the edge of the platform.
The sound of the train tires passing through the platform overcomes the sound of my racing heartbeat as I stare at the old lady with wide eyes. My body would have been smashed by the train. Did she push me mistakenly?
"Why did you—" I stop as I notice how the old lady straightens her back and flexes her arms. A shadow falls on her round face while her eyes glint yellow with a hint of danger in them.
"Tch. So close," she clicks her tongue.
I gulp the lump down my throat while positioning my body in a fighting stance. "Who are you?" I ask in a serious tone.
The old lady pulls a knife from the pocket of her black sweater and flips it in her hand like a pen. Her lips curl upward in an unnerving smile. "Aw, don't be scared, angel. I'm just going to hurt you a little."
