Michiyo Nakamura

They were sitting on a set of train tracks, waiting for a train to hit them. They could hear it coming. Closer and closer until it was seconds from hitting them. A moment later, they felt a hand pull them backwards. They were alive, watching the train go by. They stood up and turned around, pissed off. Not because they fell backwards... But because they were saved

"What the hell was that for!?" They blurred out, waving their hands to their sides.

The boy was wearing an oversized hoodie, bandages poking out from underneath. It was either a sign of abuse, of something self Inflicted...

"Well!?"