The stinging sensation was beginning to get to me, and I stopped.
“I can’t do it. I want to go back.” I called out. My only friend, a few meters ahead of me, stopped and turned around.
He came closer, blocking some of the sunlight in the process. “Why would you want to go back? There’s nothing for us there.”
There might be for me, I thought remorsefully. But I knew that was highly unlikely. He and I had been inseparable for years now. I didn’t know what life would be like without him.
He tugged on my wrist. “Come on, let’s go. Better to get it over with quickly.”
With him gripping my left wrist tightly, we continued walking along the train tracks.
“Remind me again why we’re going along the tracks, instead of across them, like we usually do.” I stumbled on a railway sleeper, grazing my knee as I hit the ground.
“It’s faster and more permanent this way.” He explained, pulling me to my feet before the sting could settle in. Then basically making us run to the end of the first track.
I had to pause there, already feeling dizzy. I felt like throwing up, and I wondered if I was too hasty. Did I really never want to go back?
As if sensing my uncertainty, he took hold of my right wrist this time, and we started along the second track.
“I’m the only one who loves you, ” he reminded me. “Besides, it’s too toxic there. We have to leave.” I stumbled a lot more on the second track, unused to taking this path and already feeling drained.
But he helped me up every time, and we made it to the end. “Where’s the garden?” I asked, unimpressed by the single platform and feeling the sun’s sting twice as sharply as before.
I watched as he calmly took a sit. “We’ll get there very soon. We just have to wait for the train.” He patted the spot next to him on the platform. “Just lay down for a while.”
I sat next to him, bringing my knees to my chest as I laid my head on his lap. He produced a crimson red blanket and covered me with it.
As the sunset, the stinging dulled, and I felt more at peace. But when Dep started to hum a lullaby under his breath, and I began to feel sad. And scared.
“I change my mind.” The words came out weakly, or maybe they didn’t at all. Tears fell sideways then down my face, but I couldn’t get up, couldn’t move.
“It’s too late,” Dep said. Except it wasn’t Dep, it was someone else. Someone darker, colder. “Just go to sleep.” He kissed the top of my head, and even though I didn’t want to. I found myself slipping into a deep slumber.