Writing in Reverse

As Rebecca runs out of her apartment kicking the door shut, she realizes it is too cold for a tank top. She sprint back inside to find her grey coat. Her room is a mess, ever since she started working two jobs she hasn't had time to clean after herself. While searching under nearly a foot deep floor of clothes she glances at her watch only to find out that she will be late to work, again. walking towards the living room she realizes her coat is next to the stove. Rebecca paused for a second but failed to remember why it was there. There was no time to play detective, Rebecca will miss the subway.

Ashamed of her tardiness every morning, Rebecca walks with her head down along with hundreds of other people in New York City. It was a cold morning, cold enough to make Rebecca wished she had worn thicker socks. Making it right before the closing doors of the subway she now had a time to stop and catch her breath. As the subway was coming to a stop, Rebecca smoothly found her way towards the door and prepared herself to run out as if she was in the Kentucky Derby.

The station seemed to be unusually quiet for this early in the morning. She could her the lights buzzing until a breeze made her realize she was still running late. Running towards the stairs, Rebecca suddenly trips over a sleeping homeless man and stumbles across the station twisting her ankle in multiple places. Feeling the pain up her calf like needles in her nervous system made everything slow down, but she was still falling. Rebecca then searches for something to hold onto, a blonde boy to her left wearing a blue oxford shirt and a red backpack seemed to appear from nowhere. The boy patiently waiting for the subway turned around as he fell someone hit him on the right shoulder making him turn around 180 degrees as fast as his body could. A big woman had fallen face first into the white tiles like a statue. The blonde boy not understanding what was going on felt his backpack pull him backwards with increasing force, he too, was falling down. As Rebecca struggles to get up, she sees a crowd surround her and while still confused she moves towards the the turnstiles just in time to hear a woman scream. A piercing sound that could only be translated into horrific images. As her temperature rose a sudden flash blinded her eyes.