(Esmee) Redeemed by a toddler (Mi's side)

Redeemed by a toddler

The panic attack did not help me run and twice I landed in a heap on the floor as my hyperventilation made me dizzy, both times helpful passers by tried to stop and help but I had all ready got to my feet and ran past them before they could offer any real help.



I had briefly thought about stopping one of the station guards and telling them that my husband had threatened to jump but numerous things stopped me. The first one and the most prominent being the state I was in; I was hot and red in the face, my hair was a tangled mess of sweat and vomit. There where vomit stains down my top and legs and somewhere in the middle of the shear panic, the intense fear and hyperventilation I think I had managed to wet myself so instead of getting any help from the guards I was more likely to get arrested for being drunk and incapable and there was no time to spare.

As I reached platform one a train whooshed past the station with out even slowing slightly as I stared at it in horror while still running settling for shouting his name and screaming somewhere in between trying to pant out of my squeezed shut lungs. If he had been under there, there would have been nothing left of him, his body decapitated into bits and somehow I managed to push harder until I reached the edge of the platform searching for blood; there would have been blood if he had gone, that is all there would have been.

Realising that there was indeed a lack of blood, the train had not hit it’s emergency brake and there was no one screaming on the platform my heart leapt as I realised I had been redeemed; I had another chance to find him and I started running again pushing hard to try and get to the next platform while glancing up looking up to try and find some inspiration and that was when I saw him leaning against the railings of the bridge that went over the train track, his face contorted in a bitter sadness, but why hadn’t he jumped in front of the last train? Had he decided better? Was he going to think about it some more? However my hopes that he had reconsidered where dashed as he I saw the toddler peeping though the railings in awe at the train track underneath. That was why he hadn’t jumped; because that little tiny defensive toddler would have been left with the scars forever and even in death Emmet would have been haunted by it. He could have jumped in front of any of the other thousands of people in that train station but at heart he was a farther above it all and in that baby’s face he had seen his daughters, However, the father was now tugging on the little boys hand to make him walk away and in the distance I could here the rumbling of another speeding train.