The Train That Never Came

First Look

Cold.
That was the first word that registered , when I became conscious. It rattled about in the darkness, painfully chilling and chipping away at me. Attempting to raise myself, A wave of lethargy crashes against me and renders me absolutely motionless, as the cold continues to eat away at me.

What the hell? I attempt to scream, yell even, and yet no sound comes out. I try a whisper, but I can't really tell if my lips are moving or not. I just feel...tired.

Sleep. That's one thing I can do. I can let the darkness, envelop me, like a warm...

"Don't go to sleep!" A voice chirps in the back of my mind, and I feel a spike of something unnameable.

I force my eyes into squints and focus,  before I see a sliver of something. Something...enticingly bright.

"It's coming." The voices warns, flooding the darkness with its frightening hollowness.

I attempt to speak, but the words still refuse to form. With great effort, however, I am able to pull my lethargic body into a sitting position.

The mesmerizing light increases, grasping at the darkness and devouring it with scorching rays.

"It's almost time to decide." The voice says again, unnervingly.

Was this death? I mean...it seemed close enough. The light, that should I stay moment, blah blah...

Suddenly, a warmness tickles the tips of my toes before trickling  up my leg, the light warmed, soothed even.

If this is death, Why is it so much easier?

"Make your choice! Make your choice." The voice screams impatiently, scratching against the walls of the darkness; while the light deafens it.

Reaching forward a hand into the light, as if it were the hand of a friend, I grasp onto its heat and smile pathetically ,

"I choose...to die."