Hell In His Eyes

I was on the train, heading West. The women were talking. Or rather, one woman was talking and the other one just kept nodding and saying "Mmm Hmm, that ain't right". I was ignoring everything but I kept hearing this woman. "He had KIDS in the backseat! While he had this knife, like THIS big!" she had her two pointer fingers measuring almost a foot. "Well why did you get near the car?" the other woman formed a sentence. "Cuz I thought it was a cab, I was looking for a cab! And this man, he had HELL in his eyes. HELL IN HIS EYES!!" she yelled. And we kept heading West, past "god saves you" written on a rooftop and New Drift Liquors. "I got away and prayed! He started driving after me! Following me!" "Mmm Hmm". "He was gonna fucking kill me! And he had kids in the back seat! Was they gonna watch him kill me, with HELL in his eyes?" "Mmm Hmm." "I don't believe in fate, I believe in God and God sent a po-lice officer down the street to save me!" "Mmm Hmm".
The train stopped. And the one woman got up to get off.
"Mmm Hmm, girl what's your number?"
"Oh you know, it's got a lot of 8s in it."
"Mmm Hmm, 8s, I'll call you." She got off the train and we continued West.
"Hell in his eyes," the woman grumbled, her own eyes looking like they were going to blow out of her head. She looked up and saw two mexican children crawling all over their mother.
"Aw, they so cute," she said, but I could see her vision of her terror still haunting her. She lived it and I eavesdropped on her tragedy but I've got a sick mind. In my version, she's dead. And in reality, the haunting is so bad, she wishes she was dead.