"Humans prefer to live in denial until it is too late."

-Unknown

The sound of the train moving was the same as always, not enough to distract Alana from the loud voices of the other passengers around her.Everything was so crowded that it wasn't an euphemism to say that people could as well be kissing each other with how little space there was.The smells of it all were a mix of cheap perfume and deodorant and the stench of those that cared not for personal higyene, as well as the usual smell of despair, boredom and vices.

Another day, another commuting to work, another incoming headache.

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother doing it all, just going through the motions of this daily life, just doing everything 'as expected' by society.Complete school, get a degree, join the workforce, date, marry, have kids, work to the bone and grow old enough to finally have money and time to enjoy life, but not health to enjoy it for the same amount of time spent so far.

Maybe it is too grim for someone so young and just in the beginning of this vicious cycle to start complaining about things that haven't come true yet...but I have seen what this kind of life does to others, did to people I know and knew of.

And for what?

To end up living moderately happy with 'enough' while very few get to live the big life with their constant traveling around the world, eating in the best restaurants and being able to get for themselves anything that had a price tag attached to it...

I hate this hamster wheel.

Sometimes I feel lik-

Alana's monologue gets interrupted as the elbow of someone almost hits her face, in the frenezy people tend to have when reaching their stop and wanting to be close to the exit.The mass of bodies writhing with everybody pushing each other in desperation.

"Watch it, moron!"

I turn towards the guy, he towers over me by one head or two, I can't exactly tell as right now all I'm foucsed on is on being pissed off and holding back to not commit a homicide this early in the day.He looks at me like I'm just a fly on the wall, not even on his radar, no wonder he didn't seem to care when almost giving me a black eye.

If it wasn't so packed today I would have the satisfaction to show him where he could shove his bullshit, bet h-...OH HECK NO!He didn't just give me a smirk!

The lumbering guy smirked at Alana, as if mocking her for losing her composure and being unable to fight back.His clothes did not hide his muscular body, but it were his cauliflower ears that denounced his status: a MMA fighter, perhaps a boxer.

So big guy, think that just because you have a hobby of punching people that you can do whatever you want without consequences?Just watch it, one day someone will put people like you in your place and maybe you'll learn something else other than acting like a stereotype of an 'Alpha male'.

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I swear, the anger I'm feeling right now at this gorilla is enough to boil my blood.

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Mom always told me to take care to not get so angry, to learn to be patient and to forgive others, but damn it!Sometimes it feels like this anger is just pouring in and if I do not let it out in a way or another, it'll consume me, there were even moments during my childhood where I flat out blacked out because my emotions were too much for me to endure.

Curse the one that invented emotions, sometimes life seems like it would be easier without them.

At last, the train reaches it's stop and the door opens to let the mass of people out.The fighter is one of the first ones out, walking like he owns the moment, and he does not forget to look over his should once more before smirking again at Alana's face inside the packed train.

All Alana can do is swallow her anger and sigh, as well as remember to get out of the train, a task that would usually be near impossible due to the amount of people inside trying to leave, and those outside trying to sneak into the train.

I can see that today will be a crappy day, sometimes I wish that time would just stand still so I could just sit down and think.Is it too much to ask for some time-off?Hey, whatever higher force, mumbo-jumbo stuff out there in the universe is hearing this...can I get some rest from all this bullshit?

As Alana is busy talking to the sky her wandering eyes pass over every person leaving the wagon, and then go towards it's windows, watching her own reflex and the movement outside.Until suddenly, in a flash, she sees golden eyes looking towards her, straight into her soul, paralyzing Alana in place.

What the heck?!

I feel like I'm going to throw up and pass out at the same time!

What's going on?!

Whose eyes are those?!

I cannot help but feel a bit paranoid while hastily looking behind me, in front of me, all around me, trying to pin point from where that gaze came from.I have never felt such fear in all my life, and I've live in a city well known for being the battle ground of cops and drug dealers.

I don't know how to describe it, it felt like I was being watched by something.

But the same way that came, it seems to have disappeared.I look at the glass again and cannot find those eyes, well, not like I WOULD want to actually find them but I do want to know who or what they where from.

Alana takes a moment to breath and calm down, still looking around to see if whatever it was might be around just waiting for her to move.

Calm down Alana, it was weird and it was definitely scary but it is over.

I pass a hand through my soft brown hair, ruffling it a bit and letting it fall back to it's place.One of my 'rituals' that I have long since set for myself as a way to better control my emotions.Apparently movement helps me center myself and focus, so I tried to include it into every 'ritual' I have.

Motion always was and always will be my way.

I never feel comfortable being still.

I can see that my mini heart attack took enough that I can finally leave this cursed train now.As always, no one ever pays attention to what's around them, did none of them see me almost breaking down?Did none of them see those eyes?Felt that fear?

Was it all real or am I really starting to lose my marbles?

Alana shakes her head in order to shake away the entire experience, she quickly grabs her backpack that was on the floor and rushes to leave, not sparing a single glance at her peers nor her surroundings.

The busy station is bustling with life, but at the same time this façade cannot hide the ugly side of it.

People doing drug deals in the darkest corners, away from the eyes of others and of the few working cameras, men harassing young girls while the people around them just ignore them, too busy with their faces stuck in the tiny screens of their cellphones.Trash and other kinds of waste on the ground, most of it near the walls.Homeless people sleeping in the cold floor, accompanied by their loyal dogs.In the distance it can even be heard someone preaching about the doom of mankind and how God is their only salvation.

Alana has seen it all growing up, these common sighst did not distract her from her mission: getting to work slightly late.

I hope the boss isn't in one of his moods today, because I really have no fucks left to deal with anyone else's shit after all this.

Walking towards the huge building just across the station, Alana disappears once the glass doors close behind her after entering, showing once again for a brief moment, the same eyes that saw her on the train.

The eyes of a Beast.