heavy breaths filled the cool air, it was an accident, self defense. that was it, he swore. he staggered backwards from the body, shaking hands dropping the pipe. he stared down at his hands in horror, his chest heaving. he wiped the blood off on his shirt, zipping his jacket up to hide it before taking off. he glanced around quickly, seeing if there were any onlookers who he hadn’t noticed. there had to be something he could do, somewhere he could go. pulling his hood up over the back of his head he made his way towards the train quickly. as the stewardess asked for his payment for the ticket he searched his pockets, handing her money as she handing him back his ticket. his breath was still shaky, making his way through the train to the back cart and searching for an empty seat. he spots a woman around his age with an empty seat next to her and he quickly fills it.
she seemed to be asleep so he seemed safe at the moment. his head was spinning, hands rubbing together as he breathed into them. a few stops passed and nothing. no sirens or anything but he knew it would happen soon. a small gasp next to him brought his attention to the woman who was now staring down at his lap where smeared blood was peeping out of the bottom of his shirt. wide eyes glanced around in a hurry, shushing her quietly he grabs her arm gently before leaning over towards her to whisper, ❛ i need YOUR help... i swear i am not the one in the wrong, so please. i need somewhere to go, to hide. i’ve committed a – ... a crime, and i don – don’t think they’ll believe it was self defense. i beg of you. ❜
