London underground Collision - personal writing

I had a sharp instinct that something wasn’t right. I sat on one of the free seats as I made my way to work. I could feel something inside me that was telling me to get off the train. I didn’t know what to do so I just ignored it and got out a magazine from my handbag. However a moment later the train was hit by a collision and I was rammed to the floor by the shudder.

I could hear people screaming and shouting and babies crying. I guess I was unconscious or I had blacked out. I opened my eyes and found that I was in the dark.

I could feel that I was lying on the bleak and wet ground and I could feel the coldness attacking my skin all over.

I reached for one of the bars that were attached to one of the train’s walls and pulled myself with courage. I knew something was wrong and I had to get off the train but how was I going to find the way off the train if there wasn’t any light? Then all of a sudden I saw a glimpse of light coming towards me. I was struggling to walk because there was an immense pain below my knee. As I was trying to lean on something to walk, I realised that the light flashed by me before I could focus on anything. All of a sudden the main lights of the train had come on. I looked around and saw people trying to get out of the train. I went to get my phone from my bag but it had disappeared. There had to be someone on the train who had a phone. I saw a group of little children who were screaming because there was a man lying on a seat with blood dripping from his head.

I hobbled over to the man to see if he was all right. I noticed that he was struggling to breathe; the blood was flooding out of slash in his arm like a waterfall. I removed the man’s tie and wrapped it around his arm tight enough so that his blood wouldn’t come flooding out.

The children had stopped crying; their wounded mother had found them at the other end of the train.

I did not know what had happened. The last thing that I had remembered was the collision that had hit the train. I was ...

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The children had stopped crying; their wounded mother had found them at the other end of the train.

I did not know what had happened. The last thing that I had remembered was the collision that had hit the train. I was so confused.

I tried to find a way out of the train. I banged on the windows to tear them away from the train but it didn’t work. I knew I didn’t have the strength to break the window.

Suddenly I realised: the hammer! All trains have a hammer in case of an emergency. I was hoping to feel a hammer somewhere or even a box that the hammer would be put in. I knew I was saved. I searched for the hammer but there was not sign of it. I chucked the shattered pieces of the seats and tables with a strong feeling inside me that I would find the hammer. I searched or it everywhere but I couldn’t find.

I fell to the floor with no hope of finding the hammer and no hope of getting of the train.

All of a sudden the thought rushed to me that the hammer would of obviously be kept in a vestibule of the train. I had to get to the nearest vestibule in order to get the hammer. I ran across the train and finally came to a door, which would lead me to the opposite part of the train.

I tried to push open the door but it didn’t open. The doors were electrical and I didn’t have enough strength in me to keep on pushing and kicking it.

I sat down on the floor leaning against the door thinking that was so close of getting of the train. Tears were flooding down from my eyes; I had never felt so helpless in my whole life.

I couldn’t lose hope just yet though I thought I had to do something.

I pulled my self up and heavily walked approximately a meter away from the door and then with all the energy that I had I ran towards the carriage door with all the energy I had left in me and hoping that it would be pushed open. I had my arm wide open in front of me to push the door open but instead I broke the bone of my two middle fingers on my left hand an the little finger on my right hand. The door didn’t swing open as I thought it would. Instead the weight of the door broke my fingers I had banged by head on the door hard, when I dropped my hands down by my side. I felt my head with the palm of my right hand and rested my left hand on a red train button.

Amazingly, the door had opened. I then realised that it was by pressing the red button. I pressed the red button again and he door closed, I pressed it again and then the door had opened. How could I have been so stupid I thought, the button was right in front of me and I had been going throughtchallenges.

II felt the wall to find the hammer. I tried to feel a box that a hammer would be put in. the Suddenly I realised the hammer in the transparent box attached to the wall that I had seen when I had come on to the train. I tried to get to the other side of the train where I first was but there was not light. I knew I wouldn’t be able to find the hammer in the dark so I went back where I was crammed and searched for something that would be hard enough to break one of the windows or the door.

It felt like hours had gone by when I suddenly found a metal broken rod on the floor. I grabbed the rod and with all the energy I had inside me and ran to the door and smashed the glass, which came shattering down on to the floor. I put my head out of the window and saw that there was fire. It was only a small amount but I felt that I was living the last moments of my life.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to find a hammer in the dark and I couldn’t bear to get stabbed by small pieces of glass in side by hands.

I thought I was never going to be seeing the daylight again; I wouldn’t be seeing my family. The thought of my family reminded me about the huge argument with my sister I had for burning by new jeans. I felt so bad.

I looked around to see people with cuts and bruises and deep wounds. I suppose we were all going to die. I was sitting on a broken seat and couldn’t help thinking about how my death would affect my family. What would they be going through? I felt like I was living the last moments of my life.

It felt like hours had gone by when all of a sudden my eyes hit the sight of a metal rod underneath a shattered table. I got up and limped towards the rod sitting on the floor and snatched the rod and with all the energy I had inside me I ran to the door and smashed the glass, which came shattering down on to the floor.

Vestibule