For I have seen violence and strife in the city.
Day and night they go around it
on its walls,
Iniquity and trouble are also in the midst of it
Destruction is in its midst
Oppression and deceit do not depart from its streets.
Alexis waited for the metro rail to stop. She had a vague sense of what she needed to do. Get to the laser and fill up, for starters, then maybe find Wynn. She didn’t know who else to turn to; she knew she was in big trouble. The door automatically opened and unloaded a crowd of people, intent on getting to their destinations, faces down and paces quick. Alexis tried to make eye contact with someone in the sea of faces that swam past her as she slipped onto the monorail. Nobody smiled or said hello. Lexy noted that nobody seemed to be talking at all. The only sound was the beep-beeping of the open door and the sound of it sliding shut.
“All aboard,” the computerized voice came over the loudspeaker. It sounded eerie to Lexy. She wondered why she had never seemed to notice it before, even though she rode the monorail everyday. She felt cold inside, although the sun was still shining. She elected to stand rather than take the only open seat next to an older man with downcast eyes. She grabbed a pole as the train sped off toward its next stop. Get out of my section of town in case my parents come looking for me, she thought. I’ll fill up at the Charleston stop at the edge of town. An hour later the train stopped and the doors slip open for a crowd of people. The crowd pushed past Alexis and she moved aside so as not to get trampled. They seemed to be moving so fast, and one man bumped into her. She was the last one out.
“Ouch!” she cried as the door almost shut on her. “My foot almost got stuck in the door!” she told the woman beside her. The woman paid no attention to Alexis and walked off in the opposite direction.
Am I invisible? Alexis thought.
Everyone seemed to look right through her; most people wore dark glasses and didn’t even glance in her direction as they hurried down the streets. Well, I am here and these people must see me, even if they are pretending they don’t. People are just too busy to stop and be nice to each other. How sad.