Conversations on the Tracks - Conversation 1

Introduction:

The main characters of "Conversations on the Tracks" are two young people. A boy and a girl. Both are 19 years old. They have no one in the world but themselves. One day, they decided to go for a walk. However, it was an unusual walk. A walk along the railway tracks. The entire action of the story will take place on the railway tracks. Our pair will walk forward. They will constantly be walking along the tracks, aimlessly. From time to time, a train will pass by. If you want to join us in our conversations on the tracks, you are welcome. We will only observe. We will not participate in the conversations. We will be observers. So, I invite you to "Conversations on the Tracks."

Conversation 1

Our story begins the day our protagonists ran away from home. "From home" is an understatement. What they experienced in their so-called home was pure hell. The girl's parents were heavy drinkers. They had been drinking since the age of 18. The girl was raised by her grandmother. The court took custody of her parents. There were days when the mother and father would come to the girl's grandmother and start arguing that they were her parents after all and should be taking care of her. Grandma, however, knew that if she handed her granddaughter over to her parents, she might not survive the next day. Her life wasn't a bed of roses. She constantly thought about how to get out of the house and never return. When her grandmother died, it was the perfect opportunity to escape for good. So she did. She packed her things and ran away. She wandered the world for days and nights. Weeks and months. Until one day she met her boyfriend. Of course, she hadn't met him before. But as she walked, she saw him sitting there arguing with someone. He was most likely arguing with his parents. And this is where our story begins.

"Hi.

" "Hi. Sorry, I don't think we know each other.

" "Not yet. But I think we will.

" "I don't think so.

" "Why?

" "Because I'm having a bad day. My parents kicked me out." I'm left alone. I have no one left. My grandmother and grandfather died three years ago, and my sister and brother don't want to know me either. So you can see I'm not feeling too happy.

"You know what. I have a proposition. Let's go for a walk. You tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine. Do you agree?

" "I don't know if I can trust you.

" "You don't believe me? You're right. Some strange girl stops you on the street and I want to talk to you. But I understand. If you don't want to, then no.

" "Wait. I didn't say I didn't want to. We could take a walk. Unless you're in a hurry?

" "I'm not really in a hurry. I have a lot, a lot of free time.

" "Then come on.

" "Where are we going?

" "You know what? I've always wanted to walk along the railway tracks. I've never walked along them before. Shall we go?"

"Come on then."

And our heroes walked towards the train tracks. They started talking. HE started telling HER his story, how his parents kicked him out of the house. He actually ran away on his own.

"Tell me, why did your parents kick you out?

" "Actually, I ran away on my own. I couldn't stand their constant terror. What was happening at my house was downright horrible. I had no life there. They treated me like a pushover. It was always just bring things, give them things, take them back. I did what they told me. I was afraid to disobey them, because when I said no, I'd get punched in the face. They were simply monsters. My dad was an alcoholic, and my mom was a drug addict. This went on for a good 10 years. When all this started happening, I went to my grandparents because I knew I'd find shelter there. Grandma and Grandpa were cool. I was their favorite grandson. But when they died, I was so distraught, because I knew that when I got home, it would be even worse. I was afraid of going home. And indeed, when I got home, it was even worse. I was 17. I'd dropped out of school. I couldn't study because my parents were arguing every day. When I had a moment of peace, I'd go outside, sit on the steps, and cry. I cried and wondered why this fate had befallen me. I wondered why others had it better, and I had to suffer so much. Why? Why? When I was 19, I decided to run away from home. And that's exactly what I did. I thought to myself, why can't I be a free man and live free from all these arguments and fights from my parents? I decided that one day I would run away and never go back. When I told them, they just laughed at me. But as you can see, I did run away.

"And you didn't tell me anything about my siblings.

" "I didn't because I wanted to forget about them as quickly as possible." I didn't have any support from them either. My brother was in prison, and my sister worked as a prostitute and wasn't home at night.

"You really didn't have an interesting life. Neither did I. I ran away from home too.

" "Why?

" "Do you really want to know?

" "Yes."

"Well, let me tell you. My parents were compulsive alcoholics. Both my mom and dad. They started drinking when I was a year old. My dad started first, and a month later, my mom joined the group. They didn't care about me at all. The only person I had support from was my grandmother, who's also deceased. When I was two, my parents beat me so badly that I was unconscious for two months. But you know what? My parents, while I was unconscious, never showed up at the hospital. The only person who stayed with me day and night was my grandmother. She was the only one who cared about me. When I got out of the hospital, my grandmother took me to her place and filed a lawsuit to terminate my parental rights. The court awarded custody to my grandmother. My parents couldn't accept this and kept pestering my grandmother to get me back. But they were unsuccessful. Soon after, my grandmother died. I was left alone. I was 15. Besides my parents—monsters—I had no one. I was afraid to go home because I knew what awaited me. But since I wasn't 18, I had to go home. I returned with tears in my eyes. When I got home, my father slapped me in the face. My mother threw me on the couch and started beating me. They were taking revenge for my grandmother taking me away from them. When they finished abusing me, they went to bed. I went to my room and started crying. I cried quietly so my parents wouldn't hear. I didn't even have a good friend to vent to. Things weren't rosy at school either. Everyone laughed at my parents, who stood outside the store every day drinking alcohol. This went on for four years after my grandmother died. When I turned 18, my parents got so drunk on my birthday that they almost destroyed the entire house. I even considered running away and never coming back. But unfortunately, it didn't work out. My parents, or rather, monsters, kept me locked in my room and wouldn't let me leave. I stayed there the whole time. They kept me there for a year. They didn't give me anything to eat or drink. But luckily, I managed. When they went to bed, I would quietly go to the kitchen to eat and drink something. Once I had eaten and drank, I returned unnoticed to my room, making them think I was still there. When I was 19, one day my parents went out to see the ballet. The house was empty. It was just me. That's when I decided to run away. The opportunity was right. I quickly packed my things and left the house. That's when I realized how nice it was to be free, when no one was pushing you, hitting you, or abusing you. And that's how I found myself alone on the street. I've been walking like this for two months now. But I'm not alone anymore. Because you know what? I met you. But why are you crying?

"Because your story really moved me.

" "Your story really moved me too. But I guess we won't be alone anymore."

"How so? We have no one. We're insects in this big world. We're creatures forgotten even by God. No one loves us anymore. We have no home. We wander the world.

" "But what are you talking about? We have each other.

" "But I don't know you at all. The only thing that connects us is that we come from dysfunctional families. Nothing more.

" "That's enough for me to be with you. And not for you.

" "Do I know? I don't even know what you're like. I don't know if I can trust you.

" "I can guarantee you that nothing bad will happen to you with me. Can I expect the same from you?

" "Yes. But I don't think our relationship will last long.

" "Don't say that. Don't you believe we can be together?

" "I do.

" "Then what's the matter?

" "Nothing. I just feel bad. I feel so lonely even though you're close to me. Do you know who I miss the most? "

"Who?

" "My grandparents. They were so good to me. But now they're gone. Tell me." What are we going to do now?

"Don't worry. We'll get through this together."

And so our heroes were united by the same story. From that moment on, they were together through thick and thin. They supported each other through hard times and bad. The only thing they lacked was a warm home and a comfortable sleep. They walked along the tracks, forward, and talked about various topics. They had no one but each other. They were beings forgotten by the world. No one cared about them, and no one cared about them. From that moment on, they could only count on each other. Will their relationship survive, and will they find something that can change their lives? We'll find out in subsequent conversations.