Subject: An original piece I wrote years ago, but never finished
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Posted on: 2017-05-16 20:38:00 UTC

Chapter 1

Fire. The world was ablaze and one woman was trapped in the middle of it. Something had pinned her legs and left her at the mercy of the flames. She tried to call for help, but the blaze sucked the air from her lungs and replaced it with smoke. I'm going to die, was the last thing she thought before her skin caught fire and she began to burn.

Kim "KC" Hayes sat up in her bed, batting at the flames that had been so vivid in her mind. It took a moment for her senses to tell her that the flames were just a memory; that they hadn't come back to finish what they had started. The crash had been months ago, and the burns she had sustained were healing well. Why should she continue to dream of the fire so often?

She looked around her room as she tried to catch her breath. The blanket was on the floor and her sheets were soaked with sweat. That wasn't unusual on the nights when flames haunted her dreams. Everything else seemed to be in order. The clock on her dresser told her that it was 5:12 AM; just over an hour before she had to be up for work.

KC didn't feel like going back to sleep. The prospect of further nightmares was not one that she particularly wanted to face, at the moment. She decided to get an early start, instead. Swinging her feet over the edge of the bed, she started toward the bathroom to shower.

After she started the water for her shower, she peeled off her sweaty tank top and shorts. She took a moment to examine herself in the mirror. Her burn scars stood out first, pink and shiny against the backdrop of her white skin. They covered a portion of her chest, shoulder and neck where her blouse had caught fire. It would have been worse, but some bystanders has pulled her from her car and put out the flames.

She ran her fingers through her auburn hair. It had been shoulder length before the accident. The flames from her shirt had singed a fair portion of hair on the right side. She had cut it short to restore some semblance of symmetry to her head, as well as to erase a reminder of the crash.

The mirror began to fog over, obscuring her image. She stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash the sticky residue of sweat from her body. She adjusted to temperature of the water to make it cooler, because her burns were still sensitive to heat. She carefully cleaned the pink skin of the scars.

When she was finished in the shower, she dried herself off and applied ointment to her wounds. She then covered them, as best she could, with gauze, which she held in place with medical tape. The gauze would keep her clothes from rubbing against the burns and irritating them. That done, she returned to her bedroom to get dressed.

Ten minutes later, KC was in the kitchen of her one bedroom apartment. She had a small pot of coffee brewing and a couple of frozen waffles in the toaster. While she waited for her breakfast, she turned on the television that she kept on her counter

“...President will be giving a speech for their graduation ceremony,” said the Anchor from behind her desk. “Now for some local news.”

The waffles popped up and KC went to get them from the toaster, barely listening to the report. She only heard brief snatches from the television while getting her food and coffee.

“..uelson has been missing since...”

She returned to the table and, when she looked up, saw that they had moved on to sports. She wasn’t interested in that, so she turned the television off and ate her breakfast.

~*~

Waiting for the train was KC’s least favorite part of getting to work now. She was used to driving her car into the city, but she no longer had one. It was her fault, though, and she considered the train to be her penance. She stood on the platform in the dawn light, with a dozen other commuters, in her skirt, blouse and tennis shoes. Her work appropriate shoes were in her bag. It was just like any other morning.

KC leaned forward to look up the track for her train. It was just coming around the bend and would reach the station in about a minute. When she turned back, to wait for the train, she felt like someone was watching her. She couldn’t shake the feeling. Looking across the tracks to the other platform she could only see two people. The one closest to her was reading a newspaper, the other was too far down the platform for KC to tell where he were looking. There was no reason him to be watching her, in particular, and there were at least a half dozen people closer to the man. Still...

She didn’t have much time to wonder as her train pulled up, blocking her view of the other side of the tracks. When she had boarded the train and found a seat, she tried to locate the man on the other platform, again. She couldn’t see him until the train started moving. She caught a glimpse of him as her car passed. It almost seemed like his head turned to follow her car, but it was hard to tell with the speed of the train. She hadn’t even been able to make out any detail of his face.

KC endeavored to put it out of her mind. She was almost thirty-five, which was far too old to be jumping at shadows. It was probably just the nightmares working on her nerves, anyway.

Chapter 2

As she sat at her desk, KC’s mind wandered. It was getting to be the middle of the afternoon and she had finished the bulk of her work. She was thinking of calling it an early day going home. The loss of over an hour of sleep was beginning to wear on her. She zoned out for another couple of minutes before finally deciding to pack it in.

She walked to her boss’s office down the hall and stuck her head in. “Hey, Bill,” she said to the balding man behind the desk. “Mind if I take off a little early today?”

She didn’t hear his reply. Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.

“Are you listening to me?” asked Bill, snapping her out of her trance.

“I’m sorry, what?” There had been someone outside the window. She was sure of it.

“I said you can go home, and it looks like you really need to. Are you feeling all right?”

“Fine,” she said, trying to play it off. “I’m fine. Just a little tired. Thought I saw someone out the window. But we’re on the twelfth floor, so that’s unlikely, right? Just need to get some sleep.”

Bill stood up and came around his desk. He looked concerned. “Listen, Kim,” he said, “I’m worried about you. Don’t get me wrong, we were in the weeds while you were out after the accident, but if you need some more time off, just tell me.”

“Thanks, Bill. But honestly, I’m fine.” Her assurance didn’t seem to ease his concern.

“Well,” he finally said, “go home and get some rest, at least.” There wasn’t much more he could say.

KC went back to her office to collect her things. She looked out her own window and thought about what she had seen. There had been someone outside that window. She knew it. Even out of the corner of her eye, they’d been oddly clear and focused. She sighed. It occurred to her that she might be getting worked up over a window washer. She needed some sleep before she became completely paranoid.

She grabbed her bag, locked her office, and headed for the elevators. A short ride later and she was waving to the security guard at the front desk as she strode out of the lobby and out into the bright, afternoon sun. She turned toward the train but was delayed at the corner when the traffic signal turned.

While she waited for the light to change, she decided to put her mind at ease. Bill’s office was on this side of the building. KC looked up, expecting to see a platform or, at the very least, the ropes that were always there right before and after the platform was in place. She saw neither. There was nothing on the building to suggest that window washers were working. It had happened less than fifteen minutes ago, there should be something.

KC realized that the light had changed when she was jostled by the crowd moving into the cross walk. She continued her walk to the train, periodically looking over her shoulder at her building. She had to have missed something. People didn’t just appear at twelfth floor windows.

She hurried on to the train station. She was obviously imagining things and the only way to fix that was to get some sleep. She considered stopping by a pharmacy for some sleeping pills, to ensure a full night’s rest.

When she made it to the train platform the electronic board said her train was due in a few minutes. She sat down on a bench to wait and looked around at the people on the other platfrom. Her eyes were drawn to movement as a man walked onto the platform from the stairs. He seemed familiar to KC, though she couldn’t see his face. He had his back to her, and all she could see, in any detail, were his jeans and tee-shirt.

She continued to watch as the man crossed the platform, walking further away from her. It was odd, people stopped talking as he approached and moved out of his way, but no one ever seemed to look at him. He just went where he wanted and the crowd shifted uncomfortably around him. When he reached the very end of the platform he turned and looked toward KC, and the feeling of being watched washed over her again.

It was the same man from that morning. It had to be. He shouldn’t have been far enough away for her to not be able to make out any detail of his face but, strain all she liked, KC made no progress in trying to find any identifiable detail. However, she had the unsettling feeling that he was smiling at her.

KC surged to her feet just as a train flashed between them on his side of the tracks. When it had pulled well past the place he had been standing the man was nowhere to be seen.

He’s either on that train or on his way over here, she thought to herself. Her own train was pulling into the station. When the doors opened, she hurried inside and kept watch on the stairway up to the platform. She wasn’t going to let him sneak up on her.

She breathed a sigh of relief when the doors closed and she hadn’t seen any sign that the creepy man was trying to get to this train. She realized that she was slouched low in her seat and sat up. She needed a plan.

I can’t go to the police, can I? she thought. Well, I could, if I'm fine with being locked in a loony bin for claiming to see people outside of twelfth floor windows. Do I have to tell them that? Maybe not. I should go to the police.

As she was making her decision, the train was pulling into the next stop. She got off the train and headed for the nearest police station.

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