[ WP ] In the dead of night a young girl meets an intimidating man with severe scarring . After the confrontation the man is the one who is afraid .

*Oh my god. * 
 
 I pulled the hoodie over my head as far as I could, hoping to cover my eyes. I pushed my scarf over my mouth and nose, rubbing my hands together and blowing into them. 
 
 `` You cold, son? ``, an old man asked. I nodded my head. 
 
 *Fuck no, I'm sweating my ass off*. The old man kept talking but I had no idea what he was saying. 
 
 I had my eyes trained on the blonde girl that just got on the train. That had to be her. It *had* to be. She laughed the same way that one girl laughed. 
 
 I could n't see her face -- I'm not sure if I even wanted to -- but I had to know. 
 
 *No, I do n't. I have to get the fuck out of here*. 
 
 I was n't sure how long I stared at her, because before I knew it, the train had already slowed down to a stop. 
 
 I got up, my face still bundled. I grab my backpack from the floor, but it slipped out of my hand as someone's leg bumped into it. 
 
 `` Oh, I'm sorry!'' 
 
 That voice sent chills down my sweating neck. 
 
 She picked up my backpack from the floor, and handed it to me. 
 
 Those turquoise green eyes ca n't be mistaken for anyone else's, because those were the same eyes that looked at me as I was held down like a wild animal. The same eyes that were trained into mine as she cut my face open with a razor.
