Fuck. I should write this down - before I go to bed. It's too fucked up to go undocumented. I really would rather not, but maybe if I can get it down I can get the image out of my head and forget about it. I'm sure it must be reported already - SOMEWHERE- although it wasn't in the paper the day after and as far as I know Kyle is still at school. They should put that guy away but there's no way in hell I'm gonna testify against him - he's fucking nuts.
I've only met him a few times, once I was walking to school and he was singing some fucked up song at the top of his lungs as we walked down the street. It was freezing that day too, so I didn't get it - I figured he must be high or crazy - he just didn't seem right. He said something to me but I don't remember what it was. Fuck, I keep getting off track. So after school on Tuesday, maybe like 3:00 not JUST after 7th period let out, but still a lot of kids waiting for the train going inbound. I was waiting around, skating the curb near the platform, waiting for the train with MJ.
I remember seeing Kyle walking across the athletic field making his way towards us, smoking a cigarette and holding the leash on this like nice looking dog. The dog was skinny and grey - I don't really know what kind, I don't know a lot of the names of dogs - but it looked like a nice dog, like a family dog or something. I don't know if he got to us before the train came, actually he must have, because he was in front of us as we started skating over to the front door of the trolley to board and pay our fare. As we came around the side of the train MJ grabbed me and pulled me out of the line. He pointed at Kyle who was standing on the track behind the train sitting on the hitch and it looked like he was tying the fucking leash to it.
Those next like 15 seconds felt like forever. It was immediately clear to me, and I guess MJ too because he was the one who stopped us, that Kyle was tying the dog to the train. I couldn't fucking believe my eyes. I couldn't quite figure it out in my head why he would do that. The first reaction I had was to yell at him, I was terrified by the guy, but a fucking dog!? I half got out "What the fuck are you doing!" before MJ grabbed me and started pulling me away - to the side of the train - where the last kids were getting on. He tried to sit me down on the bench there but I started flipping.
Kyle had already seen that we saw him, and I'll never forget the fucking grin that appeared on his face. It was serioulsy too much, I started to lose my shit and these girls across the street had started yelling at him too. I ran towards the trolley's front door just as it shut closed and the electric motor started to hum - the train was leaving! I started running alongside the trolley banging on the side of it as it slowly gained speed - trying to catch up to the driver's mirror. I was literally screaming "STOP, STOP, STOP" but I was losing the train and I heard people screaming behind me. The dog was going to get dragged down the tracks! I just knew what that fucking crazy asshole was doing, not even doubting for a second that I was wrong - this insanely evil thing that would never enter mine or anyone else's head, was instantaneously recognized, processed by my brain and spit back out as unconscious reaction. I swear I got the most insane rush when I realized, like totally realized what was happening - I was FUCKING flipping out as I turned around and saw the end of the train just coming about to pass me. The dog was there - it didn't look necessarily scared just kind of ambivalent as it trotted along behind the train. It was keeping up without too much of a problem - it was a fast dog.
Back at the station there were probably 20 or 30 people looking down the tracks - nearly all with their mouths agape in abject horror at the insanity behind me. The girls, they were like tough Point kid (Irish) girls and they were chasing Kyle away from the station - one of them had her field hockey stick raised as she chased him. Those people that could speak were screaming. I turned around just in time to catch the last seconds of the dog running behind the train, still picking up speed, as it disappeared around the bend. In the 30 or 40 seconds time it took me to run back to the station, Kyle had made it more than halfway across the field, screaming something - as the girls started to lag and run out of steam. The fucking kid got away.
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