As the terror repeated in my mind, I stirred and reached my arm away from its uncomfortable posture trying to support my head, coming loose from my leaning pose. My side hurt as I readjusted position and I groaned to an upcoming headache. Out of nowhere, I shot up like a spring and screamed unintentionally. “Elza, stay here!”
I noticed the pause in my movements and blinked to the strengthening sight of a train compartment with strong light penetrating the small room through the large window. I softened my muscles and sank back into the seat, grasping my head in slight pain.
I felt the changed atmosphere that had shifted into tightness and due to the silence, I recognized the thought of being stared at. My head shifted and I looked at the vague figures sitting across the walkway. Eyes peered down at me, intimidating and dangerously aware.
“My head,” I moaned, standing to stretch my weary body. In the corner of my eye, I saw a recognizable expression written on so