I found myself troubled more and more as the days passed; depressed with each little mishap accumulating over time.

Like a cardhouse every inconvenience that occurred throughout the weeks stacked on top one another. The blunder of dropping a test tube, waking up with a backache and sore eyes, knowing full well that procrastinating with your term paper won't help but you do it anyways... all those things one gets accustomed to over his life, minor mistakes that can and will inevitably happen.

But with a pair of parents, as insufferable as it gets, breathing down your neck and observing your every move you can imagine the resulting bluster, day in and day out.

Frankly, it gets tedious over time, makes you want to just run away, into the embrace of friends, people you can laugh with, people that apparently enjoy your company.

So I did, pocketing my keys and taking the closest subway to lead me far away. Now don't think that I hated my parents, neither did they, but the way they showed their care for me, screaming troubles away and feeling indignant over MY mistakes, didn't help me at all.

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I needed to vent, to vent and forget my worries.

But as I said in the train, zooming through the tunnels with uncanny tranquility, the darkness felt oppressing.

I can't tell when it started but something deep in the recesses of my mind started to gnaw at my calm. Like the throbbing of a faint heartbeat I could hardly tell it apart from the background noise, the rhythmic thrum of the rails...

Then, as time passed, it grew louder, overshadowing the static, it's intensity exponentially rising until it sounded hard and laboured... it had been my breath.

I caught myself ragged and exhausted, sweat beading from my brows, running down neck and temples, cold and unnerving. My skin turned white as paper, the frantic breaths turning feral as spittle ran down my chin.

Was I having some sort of stroke? No, can't be, I didn't feel different.

Then it hit me, what I had felt to be so uncanny about this little trip of mine. A detail I had overlooked, so slight at first it would have remained inconspicuous.

Alas, realisation came too late, as unrelenting walls of concrete crushed the wagon I sat in, with agonizing screeches of bending metal, screaming human and tearing flesh the cement moulded me into itself and in just a split second of excruciating pain all feel vanished. Luckily the train was vacated, apart from me and the conductor, but maybe he survived....hopefully.

You Died.