Short Story Challenge: When Luck Runs Out
So as many of you know, I LOVE my readers more than anything!!! You guys are the reason why I'm able to do what I love every single day, and I can't thank you enough, so when one of my readers said, "If you have some free time today, Sasha, hit us with a lil' #ShortStoryChallenge...give me a lil' energy and inspiration 💜💜 lol much love and support!" you know I had to.
I think I'm calling this one When Luck Runs Out, but we'll see...lol.
I put my earbuds in as I made my way up the escalator. Trying to mentally prepare myself for the early morning battle, I was already ready for the day to be over.
I can’t wait ‘til they fucking fix my car, I thought to myself. My transmission blew out like two weeks ago, and my shit still wasn’t ready.
“Richmond train now approaching,” I heard the announcer say over the loud speaker.
Without lifting my gaze, I got ready for the rush of people to swarm all around me as they each fought for the limited number of seats that filled the train car, but to my surprise, I was one of just a few stragglers standing on the platform.
“This must be my lucky day,” I scoffed as the doors opened and the aroma of day old piss filled the air.
Sitting down in the first seat I saw, it didn’t take long before I noticed that the train was damn-near empty.
There were two small Filipino women sitting towards the back and a man in all-black to the right of me. With this newfound silence during my morning commute, I decided to take a quick nap. I knew work was about to kick my ass with all the meetings I had scheduled, so I closed my eyes while I could.
“Now approaching Lake Merritt. This is a Richmond bound train,” the train conductor announced.
With only two stops to go, I lifted my head to see a flood of people entering the train.
“What the fuck?” I whispered to myself.
One by one, people filled the car, but no one said a word. All that could be heard was the sound of feet shuffling around as everyone tried to squeeze inside.
“I was wondering where everyone was today,” I said to the man next to me, “I thought it was some holiday that I didn’t know about or something.”
He slowly turned his head, finally facing me but said nothing. The emptiness behind his eyes sent a chill up my spine, causing a small chuckle to escape my lips. I always laughed when I was nervous.
I guess it was just me, I thought to myself.
The sound of metal against metal scraping together sent me into a trance as the train continued to move. For weeks, that sound had been fine-tuned in my brain, but for some reason, today, it was unbearable.
“Next stop…19th Street.”
“Thank God,” I said before jumping up.
Making sure I had my purse in hand, I quickly smiled at the man in black before getting off. There was something about him that was familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it, and I didn’t have time to figure it out either.
Hearing my name above the noise of the crowd in the station, I turned around only to see a sea full of strangers.
“I gotta start going to sleep at night,” I said shaking my head. I was obviously losing it.
“…Lucky,” I heard someone say again, but I kept walking, “Lucky! Lucky!”
When I turned around this time, I saw the man in all-black standing behind me in the stairwell.
“How do you know…”
Before the words left my mouth, I felt a sharp pain. As I looked down, I saw a small trickle of blood fall from the blade in my side.
“If you don’t want to die, Lucky, do as I say, okay?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“You will soon see…now, walk!”
Scared beyond belief, I did what this deranged man asked of me. I knew it was all about to be over. Bart police were usually all around the station. There was no way that he was going to get away with this.
“I have money. Here, you can have it,” I said handing him my purse.
“I don’t need your money,” he said shoving the blade deeper into my skin.
“Owww!” I yelped.
“Just do as I say, and you won’t get hurt.”
“Why are you doing this?” I asked again, but he refused to answer.
Once we got upstairs, I prayed that someone would see the terror on my face, but everyone continued to walk around like they were in a fog they couldn’t escape from. I saw this as my chance.
Now, I’m not the most athletic person, but I manage, so without thinking twice, I pulled away from the man in black and bolted for the control booth where a heavy-set lady sat inside reading a newspaper.
“Help! Ma’am, please help me! That man back there is trying to hurt me,” I said lifting my shirt, showing her the small cut that continued to bleed.
“Who?” she asked before she stood to her feet.
“Him!” I pointed. He was still making his way towards us. “Call the police…hurry!”
“Him?” she asked with confusion on her face.
“Yes,” I screamed, “Please, don’t let him take me. I don’t want to die.”
Having to face my own mortality was something I had done long ago, but I didn’t want to go out like this, not like this.
“Lucky…,” she said almost robot-like.
“How do you know my name? What is this…some kind of sick joke?”
The man in black was getting closer, and I knew I didn’t have too many options. Not ready to be murdered in the middle of the Bart station, I hopped over the turnstyle and ran as fast as I could, but it was too late. Before I could get outside, I began to feel woozy. Rubbing the side of my neck, I felt the small puncture wound that began to swell.
“Bad girl,” the man in black said as he hovered over me, “You’re going to make me work for this, huh?”
As my vision began to blur, I could feel the sunlight cover my face before everything went black...
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