I can see the sadness in her eyes as she speaks about her mom being disappointed.
“Are you from Maine?”
“Yes,” she replies with a deep sigh.
“So why are you going?” I ask her as we continue standing in the line, waiting for the other patrons to get their orders.
“I just want to visit the campus and see if it’s as exciting as I think it is. I’ll be starting my senior year of high school in the fall, and I plan to do the other college tours with my parents around Maine, but I know they would never agree to do a tour at NYU. A few of my friends plan on attending NYU, and I need to know if it’s a place where I could fit in.”
I nod my head in understanding. “Well,” and I pause, not knowing her name.
“Rayeanne,” she says, smiling again.
“Well, Rayeanne, I would suggest after the visit, you come clean to your parents immediately. Do they even know where you are right now?”
She shakes her head before saying, “They think I’m with my travel soccer team, and as long as I get back home later tonight, they will never know I did this.”
“If you find this is the University you want to attend, you should tell them, and then maybe plan a trip as a family together so they can understand why you want to go there,” I tell her.
“Maybe,” she mumbles, now looking deep in thought.
I turn back around in time to see I am next, and I place my coffee order, I also grab the girl’s hot chocolate, then we make our way back to our designated car, passing the couple not paying attention to anyone around them. I take note of the pale white circle on his ring finger where a ring should be.
I continue leading Rayeanne and myself back to our car and seats. For the next hour, we continue talking about her ambitions and goals for her future.
“Have you decided what you plan to major in?” I ask, deeply curious now.
“I want to study law and become a lawyer. My grandfather is a detective where we live, and I’d like to follow in his footsteps, but I don’t want to be a cop,” she says with excitement in her eyes.
“How do your parents feel about that?”
“They love the idea. To them it’s one of the safest and best jobs on the planet,” she tells me, wrinkling her nose up.
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.
After a little while longer of conversation, Rayeanne finally closes her eyes, not being able to keep them open any longer. I sit back in my seat, knowing it won’t be much longer before we will be arriving in Boston. I know I still have something that I need to do before I debark.
When we have about fifteen minutes left of the trip. I look over and see Rayeanne is still asleep. I get up from my seat, carrying my bag with me, and make my way through the second car where I stop at the bathroom, pull out a black sweatshirt, and throw it over my top.
I leave the bathroom, making my way to the third car. I watch the conductor as he exits the car, going the opposite way from where I came. Probably going to the cafe car to get him a snack before we stop. I slide into the row behind the make-out couple, they both look to have their eyes closed, but still holding hands.
How poetic, I think to myself.
I pull my gloves on and slip the needle out of my bag. Taking the cap off, I reach around to the man's arm as it sits on the armrest, sticking him quickly as I release the liquid into his arm. I watched as his arm jerked, but then stilled. I pull out my knife, looking at my watch, waiting for the right moment. I can feel the train start to slow down, and I quickly grab the female's dark hair, pulling her head back, and before she can utter a noise, I slice across her neck.
I watch as the blood spurts onto the back of the seat in front of her. I look over and see the male has his eyes open, watching what I did. I know he wants to do something, but unfortunately, he can't. I grab his ring finger, where the pale white circle shines like a beacon, and I cut his finger off. I lean his head back and slice across his neck, watching the blood spurt across the back of the seat in front of him, just like the female.
I hear a gasp behind me and turn to see Rayeanne standing there, in utter horror and shock having seen what I just did. I quickly grab her, holding the knife to her throat, and whisper in her ear, "I really wish you hadn’t seen that. Don't utter a sound, do you understand me?"
She nods her head. I look at my watch and see we still have a few minutes until we pull into the Boston station. I lead her out of the car, into the next, and straight into the bathroom.
“We don’t have much time,” I say as I pull my gloves off, stick them into the zip lock bag I brought, then pull off my black sweatshirt. I pull out another sweatshirt, handing it to Rayeanne.
“Put this on,” I tell her as I fix my clothes.
I watch as she quickly does what I tell her, then I grab her hair, wrapping it up, and place a ball cap on her head. Once we are done, I grab my bag and lead her to the door where we will be exiting. I put the knife to her side, while I stand behind her, waiting for the doors to open so we can exit the train.
“You don’t have to do this. I promise not to tell anyone,” she pleads in a whisper.
“I wish I could believe you, Rayeanne, but see, you already told me your grandfather is in law enforcement, and you want to be a lawyer. I don’t think your conscience will allow you to keep this to yourself.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“I don’t know yet,” I answer her honestly.
I know I should kill her, but she’s so young. I knew I should never have started a conversation with her.
“What about my bag?” she asks quietly.
“It will go to the lost and found. Give me your phone," I whisper in her ear, knowing she like any teenager, has it on her. She whimpers as she pulls it out of her pocket and hands it to me.
I turn it off, and as soon as the doors open, I drop it between the platform and the train.
"Walk, keep your head down, and don't cause a scene, or I will stab you with no chance for survival, do you understand?"
"Yes," she whispers, keeping her head down as I told her, she walks in the direction I am pushing her in.
Soon, I’ll have to decide what to do, but for now, she’ll have to come with me.
