The street light above the bus stop is flickering, and she should know better. This city, for the few months she’s been in it, has showed it’s reputation to her in more ways than one. People showing up to the ER bleeding from places most people shouldn’t be bleeding from. Whispers in the bars of just what happens, she knows she should’ve taken a ride share. But she’s here now and truthfully, she’s not sure she even trusts that. She doesn’t tell her parents that though, when they call. What would the think, their daughter living in a place where trusting people wasn’t in your best interest.
There’s a noise next to her, and she startles, eyes scanning over the figure. “Oh, you scared me!” she says with a laugh, putting a hand over her heart, eyes flicking back to the flickering bulb above her. “It’s pretty ominous, isn’t it? This time at night and the lights about to go out. Thank god downtown is lit up, or I’d think we were in a ghost town,” she continues to ramble, making up for the way she jumped originally. “Working late?” she asks, because maybe talking will make her feel less alone at this bus stop. Maybe the sound of her own voice will take the chill away.
