The tube doors start to close, trying to keep us out. We jump on just in time; fortunately leaving the trigger-happy lackeys on the platform behind us. My heart feels as if it is pounding through my chest. A man on my right- dressed in a dark suit and tie- brings his hand up to his inside pocket and begins to pull something out, panic instantly sets in. I open my mouth to speak but no words come out, only a tortured groan. The sound of the tube masking my terror. Time slows down as I watch his arm move out of the pocket. Something black. I look at Jeremy, willing him to l notice our impending doom but he doesn’t. Paralysed in fear, I look back at the man, expecting to see the barrel of a gun pointing back at me. To my surprise, all I see is the man staring down at his mobile phone. …show more content…
I feel glued to my seat but I feel myself off the seat and as soon as the tube stops, we walk swiftly off the tube.
Jeremy lags a step behind me, deep in thought, dragging my suitcases behind him. We walk to the bag weighing area and stand in the line. I suddenly realise I actually have no idea where the plane is going to take me but I decide against asking when I see his face. He looks completely shattered. Jeremy may be my big brother but he has always needed me to get through things. We have always had each other’s back, even through the little things. We are called forward and as the man weighs my bags and tags the handbag I am holding, Jeremy goes to get my ticket printed. He finishes just a few minutes after me and hands me my ticket and passport. We walk towards the escalators and stop a few yards away and face each