Note: lol posted on accident

… to his mysterious problem. “ Oh umm the gentleman stole something,” chuckled the conductor, “I, I was trying to hold him until the police came.” For a moment his eyes fell on me, a kid with a spider man backpack gripping his mom’s hand just waiting to get to school. Was that pity I saw cross his face? “Well let’s get going then!” The conductor mused, I pulled my mother’s hand. “Let’s take another train.” I whispered. “I’m gonna be late for work.” She groaned, “You’ll be at school in 5 minutes.” However 30 minutes passed as my mother and I stared at the wall of the same tunnel. People were starting to bang on the conductors door. “Where are you taking us?” They cried. Finally the train stopped and the doors opened. Before anybody could exit. Men with black armer rushed in and started restraining people. Those who resisted were sedated. My mom tried to hold on to me but the men quickly separated us and dragged her to the other side of the train. That was the last time I saw her. As they lead me off the train. I overheard an argument between the conductor and one of the armored men. “Why weren’t the patients restrained!” Yelled the man “ I, I , I,” stuttered the conductor, “they got out.”

Patients? I thought. The sick realization hit me as I read the sign on the building I was being escorted too. “Psychiatric hospital for the clinically Deranged,” I don’t know who had it worse. Those who were lead into the hospital or those still in he train station at the mercy of the “clinically deranged.”

I can’t stop thinking about his crazed eyes as he ran past us. His coat tail blowing behind him with an expression of a man that had just been released from solitary confinement. Except it wasn’t solitary confinement it was just a train car. Except the train doors did not yield to his presence in front of them, he pried them open with his hands. Was that blood on his fingers? I didn’t have time to find out, because a stampede of others wearing the same expression stumbled out of the car. My mother gripped my arm and pulled me out of the way. As the last lunatic made his way out, the conductor ran after him, attempting to crab the edge of his shirt but he stumbled to the ground in vain. Someone reached down and helped the conductor to his feet. His face was drained of color. “No, no, no, no,” He mumbled, he put his face in his trembling hands. “Sir are you okay what happened.” Asked the kind stranger who helped him up. “I, I, I,” the conductor stuttered, then he slowly looked around at the crowd of onlookers. His face calmed as if he had thought of a solution to his myster