Gee’s 100 WC
The noise rings inside my ears, listening to many of the intriguing conversations around me. My fingers are interlocked with my mother’s hand, squeezing tight as if I couldn’t let go. The train station was buzzing with people, so busy that it was close to impossible to move around. I was nearing to the yellow line, and a slight nudge knocked me over the edge. I glanced up, to see my horrified mum screaming for her life. No stairs, no escape, fences everywhere. The faint outline of a train is approaching, I try to run but where could I go?