The Train's A'Coming

November 24, 2009
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I remember that day with perfect clarity....

I sat by the edge of the train tacks twirling my foot in the sand. The little desgins were taking my mind off the present matter. I didn't have to think about it if I didn't want to right..? I didn't want to, that's for sure. The sun was at a high point in the sky and it was a sticky humid heat that makes your tanktop stick to your sides. October weather huh......!

The train whistle blew loudly scaring me out of my comfortable foot-design-making position. The noise completely shattered the little peace and quiet I had managed to pull out of the messed up world.

I backed up a few feet to a safe yet still dangerous distance. The cars rocked along one after another like dancers doing the mamba. As I watched the train roar by I decided that whistle was my wakeup call, for life. The cloudiness of my head subsided and soon the present hit me like a ton of bricks to the face. "Stop being in denial and get your lazy butt moving", my head said.

"Stop listening to your head for once and just sit on the ground and cry. It'll be nice to let the tears out", my heart argued

"No need to rush me when have all the time in the world, I think I'll just stand here a while longer", my legs persisted.

The arguement I'd heard many times before silently played through my body. If only I could listen to all of them. Yet you, I, and my body all know that is not possible. There are always going to be two sides to all choices, and whichever body part that's strongest usually wins. When you love someone no matter how bad of a person they are for you, your heart usually wins. When you see a homeless person on the side of the road that pleads for money, no matter how your heart pulls -your mind manages to squeeze out the information they're probabaly just going to use the money for drugs; so you keep on waking. One side of you always seems to win. I had to decide which part to listen to. Actually I had to decide which part was making the most sense.

Nothing was going right anymore. I couldn't understand why this happened. It's one of those things where all you wanna do is scream "***** THE WORLD!!!!" I wanted to take it out on the world because mine was being shattered. Actually scratch that, my world was perfectly fine. My world was healthy and strong like all 14 year old girl's should be! My world was the passenger that had to sit back and be utterly helpless as my best friend's burned!! I was no doctor. I was no god. I was no magician. I couldn't do a single thing but stand by and silently pray for it to go away. As my best friend's lungs filled with the demon the doctor's called cancer, my lungs and body breathed normally and lived healthy as can be. Though I was healthy, the tourture of standing by and being helpless was killing me.

That day was a turnin point in my life. I had heard the news of the sickness and all thoughts, emotions, and breathes were preocupied by it from that moment on. My best friend's cancer was back and fully ready for battle. I remember the months that followed were relentless. I stood by her and her 2 sisters strong and steady. I was leaned on by the heaviest weight I'd ever dealt with -Yet I laughed and laughed and never forgot how to have fun. She was still my best friend and deserved her childhood to have fun in it, even if that was like sticking needles in our eyes we managed to look past the situation and try to be like before. We went to concerts, talked about boys, watched movies, and drank rootbeer foats just like nothing was wrong. On the other hand we also cried every sunday at church, we bottled many tears, and slept less each night before doctor appointments. Nothing was exactly the same, but each day was still a battle that deserved some laughter. Some happiness needed to be forced and some came easily. Memories were made, memories that will never be forgotten.

As the battle for my best friend's life continues, I still sometimes come back to the railroad and drag my feet in the sand. My mind deserves to be cleared for a while. Soemtimes my body still argues over certain things to do, but mostly this is all a heart-lead thing. I can't help but wonder why I was put in her life, all I know is I'm ready to toughen up and be there for her! Sometimes there are those days when I don't want to I get out of bed, but I just remember that train whistle. The wakeup call really did wake me up, and now I realize just what's worth living for.

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littlewriter97 said...
Dec. 27, 2009 at 2:49 pm
BEAUTIFUL, and inspiring piece, I truly hope tht ur friend turns out ok!
DEMON said...
Dec. 23, 2009 at 4:07 pm
Beautiful. Tragic. Wonderful. Horrible. Realistic. I was quite pleased by "The Train's A' Coming..." and I would like to insist upon a standing ovation for your writing. Ah, what the heart sings of! Good luck, and read of Darian and Clara, and scream your opinion...
Wisps of smoke danced into the wintry air from my lips, creating ornate designs that could never be replicated. I carefully tilted the corners of my lips into a smile t... (more »)
littlewriter97 replied...
Dec. 27, 2009 at 2:47 pm
i dont mean to be rude ( and srry if i am) but i have noticed tht in pretty much every recent writing piece you post your writing,I LOVED IT, but maybe u could give the authors of the writing pieces their limelight, and then u can get yours by posting ur writing on forums, or just wait til someone sees it and comments on it in the fiction section.
DEMON said...
Dec. 23, 2009 at 4:04 pm
Her lovely green eyes shifted into hard emeralds.
“What do you know about me, Dare? And what’s so wrong with having dreams? And why are you talking to me like that? I was simply commenting on the sunset.” She tossed her red curls, clearly miffed.
I lifted my chin, and blew smoke in her face. It was easier on me when she was angry. I don’t know why she bothered with me. Why she was brave enough to confront ... (more »)
...irie... replied...
Dec. 24, 2009 at 4:06 pm
um 1st off,this post was quite random.2nd,I really liked ur writing, but you must be desperate for readers to write stories on their stories?3rd,haha your story really enticed me for more... your plan worked because I really did enjoy your clever writing!!
izz123 said...
Dec. 17, 2009 at 2:34 pm
You write beautifully. This story is one of those that make you feel so sad. Your emotions were spread apart perfectly, in a way to make the reader understand. I especially liked the arguement part, with the legs, head, and heart. Keep writing! Like twirling your foot in the dirt by the tracks, I hope writing provides that sane sort of mind clearing outlet. I'm so sorry about what you are going through.
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