a gripping fear seized me as i stood there waiting for the train.
i held on tightly to the metal rail but my fear did not subside.
my heart went cold.

a presence.
hovering ard me; a strange little force threatening to push me off the platform.
i edged away frm the yellow line and plastered myself against the cool blue walls.

i felt safer already.

the train whooshed by.

must be my suicidal tendency.