The alarm wasn’t supposed to go off yet. I hadn’t been able to sleep, but the alarm clock did say 06.00, which meant that I would have to get up anyway. I put on the coffeemaker and took out a mug. My girlfriend had broken up with me and moved out about a month ago. I hadn’t slept much after that and my boss had noticed. On thursday last week I had nodded off at my desk, he had found me and ordered me into his office. He yelled at me for fifteen minutes about this being a workplace and if I couldn’t take it seriously I should just quit. He ended it by giving me a warning and if it ever happened again he would fire me. Sadly I really needed the job, bills won’t pay themselves.

I sipped on my coffee and looked out of the window. Ten years. Ten years thrown away. She wanted to discover herself, felt we went into the relationship too young. I sighed. Thought we would be together for the rest of our lives, build a family and grow old together.

I looked down at my watch, 06.48. The bus would be leaving soon.

I put on my clothes and walked to the bus stop. It was freezing out, I wished I had brought a jacket. Bus 207 stopped in front of me and I climbed on.

“Hi Mark, how are you doing?” The busdriver said.

“Good, good,” I said, not feeling like talking today. I sat down in my seat and fell asleep pretty quickly. I looked down at my clock, 07.40. I had slept for half an hour, my stop wasn’t far off. I looked out the window. There were mountains outside, it had never been that on the way to work before. I looked down at my clock again, 07.44, was it broken? Had I slept past my stop?

I got up and walked up to the busdriver.

“Hey George, have we past my stop yet?” I asked.

“Uhm Mark, I need you to sit down and put on the seatbelt. The road is really slippery today, so we are a few minutes late.” George said, watching the road.

“But we never went past mountains on the way to my stop before,” I said. George looked over at me confused.

“Uhm Mark, there are no mountains outside,” George said. I looked out the window, it was true, there were trees on both sides of the roads.

“But..I,” I said. George looked at me again, his eyes were completely black.

“Sit down,” He said in a deep dark voice. For a second I swear I saw his face flick to a skull.

I screamed and ran to the back of the bus. I plopped down in the seat and buried my head in my hands. “What the hell is going on.” The girl in the seat in front of me took out her earpiece and stared at me.

“Dude you okay?” She asked. I didn’t hear her, I was shaking so bad that I could barely keep myself on the seat. She put a hand on my shoulder and shocked me lightly.

“Don’t touch me!” I screamed. She pulled her hand back, wide-eyed. She took her bag and walked to a seat in the front of the bus, looking back at me several times.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered after her, pulling at my hair. I took several deep breaths. “Everything is fine, everything is fine. I’m just imagining things I need to calm down and pull myself together.” I breathed out and looked through the window, everything looked normal. I felt myself relaxing. The bus kept passing trees until we could start seeing houses and stores, I started recognizing my surroundings. 

The outside stopped moving, even though the bus kept going at the same speed. It stopped outside a house that looked exactly as the one I grew up in. A boy and his mother walked out, it was me when I was six, going to my first day of school. I was crying, my mother was angry with me. When I didn’t want to get on the bus she slapped me. I put my hand to my cheek, feeling the burn. Then the boy, me, was sitting on the floor of the bus right in front of me. I pushed myself as far back as I could in the bus seat.

“Who, who are you,” I managed to get out. He leaned toward me and whispered, “I’m Mark.”

I shrieked and he started laughing. I looked around me, the other people in the bus didn’t react to the weird situation. I looked back at the boy but he was gone and he was nowhere else on the bus. I started breathing heavier again, I tried getting on my feet but fell right back on to the seat. When I fell I accidentally looked out the window and I was stuck.

Somehow the outside of the window showed the inside of my family house. A fourteen year old boy was hiding under the kitchen table, holding a knife. His mom was walking around screaming for him to come out. My throat closed up. I remembered that day like it was yesterday. I had gotten home from school, my mom was drunk as usual. She was angry I hadn’t cleaned my room and started beating me. My dad never believed me, he thought that I always got into fights in school and that there was no way my mom could be the one doing this.

Tears started falling down my face. My mom was going to find me any minute now, she came into the kitchen.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” She said in a sing-song voice. She looked under the table, I was shaking so badly that I dropped the knife when she saw me. She took a hold of my collar and dragged me out from under the table. She started punching me in the face.

“Were you going to cut me huh? Think you are a big man!” She screamed. The door unlocked and my dad walked in. His jaw fell. He ran up and separated us. My mom started bailing.

“He, he had a knife. He was going to kill me,” she sobbed. He put his arms around her and looked over at me on the floor.

“Get yourself cleaned up and we will talk about this later,” he said. I got myself up on shaky legs, managed to get to my bed and passed out.

My dad threw me out after that. I had no idea who to turn to and slept on the streets for a few months until one of my teachers noticed something was wrong. I was smelling really bad and lost a bunch of weight. She talked to me about what had happened and helped me get to a home for teenagers, where I met my girlfriend.

I screamed. Younger me was standing in front of me, bloody. The other people in the bus looked back at me and some of them moved closer to the front of the bus.

“I should have killed her. Why didn’t you kill her?” Fourteen year old me said. I bared my head in my lap. “Go away, just go away,” I could hear drops of blood hitting the floor.

“You should kill her.”

I jumped to my feet and punched at him, but there was nothing there.

I walked to the door of the bus. I pushed at it, but nothing happened.

“I need everyone to sit down,” George said over the speakers.

“I need to get off!” I screamed at him.

“I can’t open the door until we get to a bus stop,” George said, calmly. I started hitting the door until my knuckles were bleeding. Two guys on the bus got up from their seats and took hold of me.

“I need to get out!” I screamed, trying to get myself free. They turned me away from the door. On the other side of the window stood my ex-girlfriend, laughing at me. Both the guys holding me were not human, they couldn’t be. Their eyes were glowing, no hair on their bodies, their claws cut deep into my skin.

“Wh-at are you,” I trembled. They took their chance while I wasn’t fighting back and strapped me down in a seat with the seat belt. One of the guys sat down beside me and the other behind me. I could barely breathe anymore. My ex kept on walking around me and whispered in my ear;

“Nobody wants you,” She said. “I only stayed with you to get a home, as fast as I found a real man I didn’t need you anymore and no one else will either.”

“Shut up!” I screamed, covering my ears. The two guys took a hold of me again.

“You should kill them,” she said. “But you’re not man enough to kill anyone. You couldn’t even stop your mom from hurting you.”

“Please stop,” I cried.

“Are you done hitting around you?” one of the guys asked. They couldn’t hear or see her, or more probable they were working with her. I nodded and they let go of me.

“You should just end yourself instead. No One would miss you and we would be a lot of people who would be happy about it,” My ex said, laughing. I tried my best not to listen to her but the words kept sipping in. “I need to get away from her, from everyone, they are all evil, I need to get back to the real world, to real people.” I started working on a plan, it was hard having her in my ear and the demons around me.

I knew I had to work fast or they would be able to stop me. I pushed the button on my seatbelt and used it to surprise the guy to my right, he let out a low growl when it hit. I put my feet on the seat and pushed myself up to standing. The other guy sitting behind me reached out to grab me. I jumped up on the backrest and kicked my foot out, hitting him in the face. The other people in the bus started screaming. I got myself to the emergency exit on the roof and turned the knob. It opened up. The people in the bus grabbed at me as I climbed on to the roof. Their hands felt like dead rotting flesh.

“I was free, I was finally free.” I layed on my back laughing. The busdriver pulled on the break. I fell from the roof, with the biggest smile I had ever had on my lips.

28 Year Old Man Died Falling

Off The Roof Off Bus 207

A man on his way to work climbed up on the bus roof

and tragically fell into ongoing traffic and perished on

Monday morning.