She sat on the train, her expression calm, though her heart beat was racing.
What was she nervous about?
Nothing and everything all at once. Her fear knew no logic, but that did nothing to quell her racing heart or her nervous stomach. The urge to flee and hide were strong, though it was truly not an option. No, she had to be an adult and go about her day.
Suddenly her thoughts turned to death, to suicide. Each method her imagination cooked up brought her some measure of calm.
She wasn’t suicidal, not really. She felt as if she would never go through with it, but thinking of it? Knowing it might be an option? That was comfort beyond anything she had hoped for.
The girl with a calm face and a head full of death.