The Nightmare

[emissary]

Twenty years.  It was some life.  Everyday was rough.  Everyday was a fight or a pain.  The nights were crazy.  Everybody got a problem.  Why?  Why did I put on those clothes everyday for twenty years.  What have I got?  The memory of that day.  What's the reason?  Five minutes before I get to go home and I have to run into him.  What do I care if gangs run around?  Mayor doesn't pay me enough.  Worthless.  He was.  But that worthless bastard has haunted me for 27 years.  That train was screaming but I heard him.  "Help"  He barely got it out in time, but he did.  "Help"  What could I do?  "Help" he says.  How could I help?  The train was 1 second from his head.  "Help"  Shut up!  My God I can't stop it.  Everyday I wake up to a train screaming into the station two seconds after a punk kids screams "help". 
Five minutes before I go home.  Five minutes. 

[BaseballFury100]

wow, very moving, get more detail into this

[emissary]

Twenty years.  It was some life.  Everyday was rough.  Everyday was a fight or a pain.  The nights were crazy.  Everybody got a problem.  Why?  Why did I put on those clothes everyday for twenty years.  What have I got?  The memory of that day.  What's the reason?  Five minutes before I get to go home and I have to run into him.  What do I care if gangs run around?  Mayor doesn't pay me enough.  Worthless.  He was.  But that worthless bastard has haunted me for 27 years.  That train was screaming but I heard him.  "Help"  He barely got it out in time, but he did.  "Help"  What could I do?  "Help" he says.   How could I help?  The train was 1 second from his head.  "Help"  Shut up!  My God I can't stop it.  Everyday I wake up to a train screaming into the station two seconds after a punk kids screams "help". 
Five minutes before I go home.  Five minutes. 

"Whoooooooo!"  The train screamed into the station.  I get off and the smell hits me.  It's not the worst smell, it just never changes.  I haven't been here since that day.  The day I became attached to Adam Steinitz.  That's his name.  It took three weeks for those social services idiots to get the prints matched.  Kid was smart.  Real smart.  Turned out he just had nothing or nobody.  He was buried alone.  Nobody came.  No friends.  No family.  It wasn't right.  Where were those jerks he ran around the subway with?  I smelled it.  Something was wrong.  So I waited in the shadows.  I waited for days.  I stayed night and day and then it happened.  They came.  Must've been hundreds of them.  They were really quiet for the whole thing.  Only one guy spoke, an indian, and they were out of there in 20 minutes.  I'll never forget that guy's words.  "TheFox" that's what he called him. 
In war there's death.  In the city there's death.  But this one was wrong.  He probably would've made the world better.  But I didn't know.  How could I know?   I didn't know.  I just didn't know.