Train Tracks

Chapter 1

The train tracks were calming at night. There was a certain serenity to its tranquility, one I had failed to stumble upon elsewhere, so this is where I remain for the next few hours into the night. Awfully stale trees collected like soldiers either side of the tracks casting away the light and keeping out the children. All the children except for me, I had always lived here. Maybe you had seen me once or twice or maybe you were dreadfully anti social and kept in your house with thirty nine cats and a record player. If so, then I admire you much more than the nosey neighbours that have an odd interest in finding out what happened to my parents. They claimed to be worried or frightened but they don't know what they look like to me. They don't know how translucent they are. To me, they are nothing but a rather boring romance novel. All gossip and no mystery. Tedious and ordinary. I would much prefer an old spinster with a love for talking to animals but those are a dying breed. Society does it very best to keep them away and shun them to the prisons of council houses and group homes. I'm just glad they didn't find me. I'm ever so glad they couldn't save me from the fire that engulfed my home and destroyed my world. For years now I had been asked the same question over and over but I am afraid I can't give you the answer you are looking for. The person that burned down the cottage and left me, a poor little fifteen year old girl out on the streets looking for a home is long gone by now. The police would never find the crazed match wielding lunatic they so desperately wanted to catch and lock away the key for that person was miles and miles away.

They sat with messy black hair and shocking azure eyes by the side of the train tracks thinking about spinsters and the lanky looking boy down by the river with blazing orange eyes.