He sat there, the noise around him pounding loudly against his pained mind. He downed another shot, his sight now a bit hazy, unfocused. What time was it? He didn't remember, nor did he care to. Why should he focus on reality when he could drown out all his troubles with a single, fiery liquid?
He loved it, the way it tasted. It was like ambrosia, presenting a variety of smells and flavours in order to please the various senses of the drinker. He loved the way it burned, searing at his throat as it went down in a way so enticing that it seemed to embody pure ecstasy. It acted like an anxiolytic drug, taking away all his troubles, all his stress and worry. It excited him, Allotting him a sense of relief which he would not be able to experience in his everyday life.
A glance up at the clock caused his eyes to widen in shock. It was already 7:53. He allowed a curse to escape him as he hastily called the bartender over and paid for his drinks before rushing out of the building. His mind was in a drunken haze, and as he rushed to the train station to buy his ticket, he allowed it to wander, sending it into the deepest parts of oblivion.
Upon reaching the gates, he easily cleared the security guards just in time to watch the train he was rushing for leave the station. He cursed again, years of suppressed tears threatening to spill down his wind chilled cheeks. But he held them in. He found a bench and sat down, head In his hands. Why him? Why now? This had been his last chance, his only chance, to see her again. He pulled out his small flask, downing more of that liquid fire as he allowed the memories of her to flood over him.
They had been a small family, all living together in their small, one bedroom house. At the time they had lived out in the country, he, his wife, and her, his baby girl. She was beautiful. She always had been. He could see her now, running to him as he moved up the tiny walkway to the door. Her curly black locks framing her perfect porcelain features and rosey cheeks; stunning blue eyes full of so much life that he found himself smiling from her mere presence.
He could see the plain white dress, the silk one with the lace. It flowed around her small figure, blowing in the wind behind her as she ran to him. She had seemed like an angel-a princess straight from the pages of a fairy tale.
She was only six then, and even after all these years, he could still feel her tiny arms around him, her small face buried into his stomach. He had been so close to her, his dreams full of nothing but being the perfect father-the loving husband. But, at some point, it all fell apart. He was thrown into agony. His dreams had been ruined. It went downhill from there. He had grown apart from his baby over the course of the years, and now he had missed his final chance to have a place in her life. He would never see her again.
He stood up, mind completely lost, overtaken by the alluring buzz of the drink in his hand - the thing he had once put so much faith in. He had planned to surprise her, to see her again and make up for all the years he had wasted as a hedonist.
His vision was blurry as he walked, moving slowly through the now desolate station. His footsteps echoed around him, resonating off the walls and reverberating within the sickly thick silence. He continued moving, destination unknown. His mind and heart were racing, both overpowered by his intense agony. His thoughts fused together, becoming nothing but voices inside his head, all of them loud, all them unbearably loud. He could no longer discern the difference between them.
His body was moving along in a mindless state, finding it's way aimlessly in the darkness until his feet gave way and he fell, his skin kissing the cold, hard surface of the concrete. The air left him, leaving him to lay there, his sadness overflowing in pools of pain and anguish. He permitted his emotions to show for the first time in years, all his suffering finally free to spill forth and escape him. All the negative emotions which had been bottled up, suppressed, the cause of many years of drinking were now free to expose themselves, stinging his cold skin.
It seemed like hours had passed as the now broken man lay there, surrounded by an inky blackness, before he heard it. There was a sound vibrating through the air with such ferocity that it seemed to shake the very core of his soul. He began to sit up, slowly, his tears still falling from his tired eyes. A small light in the distance was moving towards him, penetrating the thick darkness which surrounded his body and mind.
The light came closer, moving at high speed, eventually revealing itself to be an iron beast from his boyhood nightmares. He sat there as the clockwork of the monster moved closer to him. In his mind it was moving slowly, too slowly. It was agonizingly slow. The mechanic creature was beyond stopping at this point, a body of mindlessly moving parts and cold metal moving far too fast to be halted before reaching his fragile, fleshy body. The sound of it penetrated his senses, giving him a harsh rush of adrenaline - yet he refused to move. What was the point of continuing to live if he was cursed to be alone? No. He would stay. He would let this metal monstrosity devour him, and that would be the end of it. The end of his pain, his anguish, his guilt. He sat up completely, his mind full of drunken madness. His only regret was the lost chance for forgiveness, the lost chance to show his child how much he truly loved them.
It only took mere seconds for the beast to discover him in the darkness. It came at him with full force, sucking him into it’s abyss-like mouth after smashing him apart. The rounded teeth gnawed at his flesh, tearing it into ribbons, as his pitiful life flashed before his eyes in a bloodied blur. Then, he was gone, nothing left behind but an unpleasant stain and a foul smell.
The train continued down the tracks, the conductor completely unaware of the life he had just taken, leaving the mutilated corpse in his wake. He had been warned that this section of tracks was in need of repair, so he thought nothing of the uneasy ride across them.