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Roberto Cavalli’s eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but it was difficult, the only sound which seemed to permeate the atmosphere was the clanging on the rail tracks. He tried to move his arms but it was as hopeless as trying to lift a mountain so he just gave up.
Soon, he heard a cough and tried to turn his head but a chuckle escaped him instead though it sounded like a plea for help. ”Why don’t you sleep Roberto, forget Isabella and the kids, God would take care of them,” a voice whispered shrilly in his head but he ignored it, there was no reason he’d give in to that tormenting spirit which made him jump in the first place.
”But, how I’m going to get out of here?” He asked out loud and was not expecting an answer, and then there was that cough again. What’s more, it was getting louder, so was the noise of the train, but he couldn’t move as a blinding light beamed on him.
Now, Roberto was sure he was no longer alone, the grating annoying sound on the gravel was unnerving. And ever so slowly, the head of a shrivelled old man appeared, his green eyes reminded Roberto of the eyes of his newborn son, Argento. The man peered down at him and cackled, his green eyes seemed to dance with delight.
”I don’t know how many people I’ll meet on the journey of my life, but I’m sure as hell proud to have known you! And you’re lucky I’m by your side today.”
”Who are you?” Roberto asked and winced in pain.
”I am Second Chance, SC for short, you lost your job and your house was repossessed, so you thought you’d end it all by jumping in front of a fast-moving train.”
Roberto watched through the corner of his eyes at another approaching train which was inching closer at each passing second.
”I did no such thing! I lost my footing!”
”Oh yes you did jump, you thought you’ve lost everything, yet you had everything.”
”Can you get me out of here?” Roberto asked, suddenly overcome with guilt, he didn’t want to die anymore.
”Yes, you only need to ask.” The old man said kindly.
”Please, help me!” Roberto begged, ”I’m in so much pain, don’t know how I could still speak.”
”I thought you’d never ask.”
And the man touched him and Roberto found himself back on the platform. He looked round wildly and saw a limping old man walking away, he wanted to run after him but changed his mind.
”You’re sure one lucky dude,” said the guy standing beside him before stepping into the district line train. Roberto stood rooted to the spot, what just happened to him?
Life could be incredibly hard sometimes but losing hope and ending it all is not supposed to be an option. Thanks for reading my post!