Suicide at the Train Station

Date: 11/28/2016

I was curled up sleeping in the tiniest subway waiting for my train to take me home. The roar of its wheels approaching woke me up. I sleepily gathered my things when I noticed this schoolteacher type lady and some older kids gasping and looking to the other side of the track. The lady kept saying, "Ok look away, look away." I looked to where they were staring at. There was this kid with curly, blondish hair and the bluest vest jacket I've ever seen in my life that somehow managed to get to the other side. He was hanging off these metal rungs on the wall (like a ladder) watching the train coming. Before I understood what was happening, he let go of the rungs. There was a weird "smack" noise. The kids screamed. All I could do was watch the train slow down to a stop. I glanced at the lady and she was staring at the train. She slowly closed her eyes and shook her head solemnly. A smell started to float through the air. Smelled like when you kill a mosquito on your arm and the blood from its victims explodes onto your skin. Like charred blood. That smell. Only stronger. At that point I realized I was dreaming. I woke up and my heart was beating really fast. I still smelled that smell for a short while.