On the Runaway Train

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

The sound wakes me, and I look around, seeing that I'm on a train, having no idea how I got here.

Nobody else is in the car with me, not even a trace of luggage or food wrappers.

I feel inside my pockets but find no ticket, not even my phone, only a pack of gum.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

How did I even get aboard?

I stand, holding onto the seat in front of me, feeling the train barreling down the tracks.

Dizziness threatens to take over, but I move forward anyway.

I need to know what the hell happened.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

Colors and shapes whizz past me as I travel to the car in front of me, searching for answers.

But every place I look, not a soul is to be found.

Where is everyone?

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

My heart beats faster, pushing myself toward the engine room, not a clue if anyone is even there.

Reaching the engine car, I find no one there.

Instead, ropes hold the controls in place like strings on a harp.

So someone had been here, but where did they and everyone else go?

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

I look around, hoping to find scissors to cut the rope or at least a way to contact the outside world.

But I find nothing and notice the train is not slowing down.

If anything, it's gaining speed at an alarming rate.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

I glance to the window, everything a blur outside.

I fall to the floor, pull my knees toward my chest, and close my eyes, hoping this is just a nightmare.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.