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I like christmas songs.
They're soothing, childish and repetitive. An old man sitting curled up in a corner is playing silent night on a harmonica. The rest of the train station is too filled up with buzzers, travellers transgressing the borders of my sanity. There there. Ssshh. Quiet...FCK I NEED THE PI-..calm down, my dear lad. No one is going to harm you here. Listen to the christmas songs. Look around for the gal.

The doctors explained clearly to of us that ignoring the regular intake of medicines might turn out to have some negative effects on me health. Numb skin, a dangerously active heart, extreme forms of agitation, possible death. I responded calmly to this news; i'd never attached a great value to my own life. She on the other hand acted perplexed and maybe anxious, but her face was so transparent that i could see her true reaction beneath her fleshy mask: one of elation and opportunism. From that moment onwards our relation sort of...dwindled.

I can barely feel the rain pouring down on my face. I need to speed things up a bit chop chop it won't be long till your heart stops. I scan around but i can't find her FKCKCK TIME TIME YOU HA-..breath, breath in. Light up a cigarette, they're good. Haha warning smoking is deadly, not smoking is what's truly lethal at this moment. I chuckle at my own silly private joke and suddenly spot her. She's standing on the stairs to the upper floor. I narrow my eyes and zoom in at her pretty face. No. No it's not her, she merely looks alike. I laugh at her, at the fact that she is completely unaware of the fate she just now managed to escape. Celebrate life darling. Look around again, in vain.

Suddenly a hasty blonde speeds past me behind me on the platform. I can't belief my luck, pursuit mode engaged. Poor little gal, looking fearfully around her like a rabbit running from the mighty eagle. I spot the small flask with white pills in her trembling right hand.

Then, in a flash, tables turn. I watch how she intentionally tackles some lad hanging around on the platform. He doesn't mind. And her flasky hand stealthily slips into his pocket...she really is a cold ruthless bitch isn't she. Aww yeah kiss him on the cheek, you know damn well what is about to take place. I follow my new prey.

And then i make all the people scream.