New York Subway.

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                New York Subway

        A pale, misshapen face drew nearer. I could sense a vague familiarity, but it was hard to grasp.

        “No don’t come any closer! Please no! I can’t take no more! You’re not alive, you’re not alive!”........................

        ……fear overtook my body as I began to regain consciousness. I trembled unable to gain control over my body. I shook my head in an attempt to develop a sense of reality. It was no use. What was I doing here?

        I peered through the window in a desperate attempt to discover something recognisable; but despite these attempts I couldn’t. The streets were overcome with people, none of them even aware they were being observed, just carrying on with their normal routines, stalking the streets leaving no space for the sidewalks to breathe.

        I frantically scanned the small, enclosed room in order to find something to refresh my memory. I then came across a card reading ‘with deepest sympathy…..’

        A puzzled expression was forced upon my face as I tried to make sense of it. Then I realised why I was here. A river flowed down my cheeks as I fell to the floor wishing I could go back to not knowing. It was so hard for me to accept it, I felt as if I was being suffocated with my own feelings, as if my heart had been taken from me for it was unable to feel no more.

        Silence. Not even the clocks could bear to tick anymore. Everything so empty and cold, leaving no reason to go on. Why did she have to die? I felt so much resent towards her. How could she do this to me? So many thoughts and questions were running through my mind. What was I saying? How could I feel so much hate and rejection to my own mother?

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        I felt so sick and numb inside. Physically I felt dead but emotionally I felt so much pain and sorrow. It wasn’t just me I had to think about though was it? What about my family? What were they going to think if I didn’t go to my mother’s funeral?

        The whole prospect made me shiver. I can imagine their remarks now. I had to go no matter how I felt, I had to say goodbye.

        I felt as if I was in a world of confusion. The funeral was to be in New York due to ...

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