Last train to Parel

i was trying not to seem 'fugitive'...
I had popped in a tablet so as to avert the unwanted risk. I was trembling. I could not stand the gaze of the people eyeing me... trying to hold my garments in place, i somehow reached the station.


The experience was horrifying. I did not want to go home.
I called Deep but wasn't sure if he would help. I did not even know if he would like to see me anymore. I was impure now.


I could not get onto any train. I just couldn't move.
I faintly heard the train announcements being made, people walking by, hawkers yelling and the sun sinking...
I had to go somewhere.


When the clock struck 10, I was even more afraid than ever. the continuous picture of the dark man grabbing by my arm and pulling off my shirt was playing in front of my eyes. I struggled to get in a ladies' compartment in the local. It was relatively vacant. I sat on an ice cold bench and could feel the train moving...
The filthy feeling of his hands all over my body was unshakable.I still felt pain near my neck where he had grabbed me and had forced his cock into me. My body was as if alien to me. My clawed breast showed at times from the torn shirt as the train shook... I could not hide my embarrassment. 
I decided to get rid of it.


The rails were running in their own rhythm as i stood near the door. The trees and buildings were hazy.
i felt closer to them than to my body.
I took a step further. And felt the rail and the wind hitting my head...


Then the blackout. So serene. And my captivity in the flesh I had started hating; ended finally.
I was not ashamed now.

I could not reach Parel. But I reached somewhere.