Ah, Christ! Another Disbeliever

“You’re not really here”.
I frowned. “Pardon?”
You’re not here” the woman repeated, turning to face me. Her irises looked luminescent in the neon glow of the subway station, “you can’t be”
I shifted across, escaping inches at a time. Who was this lunatic. “You ain’t real Mr Hocking” her words echoed in the deserted subway. I was biting my lip nervously. I stared at the woman, she was dressed in a hand knitted jumper with a few holes in it. They looked to me like bullet holes. “Look I’m leaving” I said as I stood up, my knees popping like toy pistols. Suddenly her hand shot and firmly clasped onto my bicep. Her grip was as strong as a vice. “You’re in denial my young associate” she said dreamingly. Her stare was cold as the night air and truthful too. I sat down with a dull thud on the bench. “Why?” I said yielding to her persistence. “Do you have visions, do you fell strange?” she inquired. Her big blue eyes stared deep into mine. “I keep hearing a train and then…nothing…Just a train. She nodded like one of those bobbing head dogs. I decided to look down at the grimy cement floor. Her smile creeped me out. Her knowing smile. Then she laughed. It sent a cold shiver down my spine. “Your dead, never again will you see your family, dead, dead you silly fool” she cackled. Her long earrings swung rapidly back and forth. She clasped her hands together to try and stop her hysterics. I turned my gaze upwards hoping that this was some kind of horrible dream. “You’re a fool, a drunken idiot” the lady said with malicious laughter. She got up slowly holding the small of her back as if it may collapse on her. I watched her go. Her shabby coat looked like an oily rag in the distance. She continued to screech back at me “Murderer murderer!” until she had disappeared. It seemed to me as if she just melted into nothingness before my very eyes. Like she was apparition. Deathly silence followed her departure. I coughed into my sleeve. Blood began to drip from my mouth. It splattered on the cement turning it a burnt red colour. My teeth felt like splinters digging into my tender gum's. I was too fatigued to be surprised. I didn’t feel any feel pain. I spat my teeth out like peas. They clicked like pebbles on the cement. I felt behind my back. My spine was shattered and blood dripped from skull down my cheeks. I could smell the salty rusty aroma of my own blood as my body changed into a shattered corpse. I slumped into the seat sighing, and that’s when you turned up to tell me I had been drunk and that I’d fell off into the tracks knocking a woman down with me instantly being killed by the passing train. You know what God? I miss being alive already.
THE END