Saalik Jackson
     The word Nani saved my lifeÂ
There was an unusual amount of silence at 10 am on a Thursday.
Usually the train station was more occupied. However for some strange reason it wasnât. It seemed to not have any importance so I didnât think much of it .
I went into my pocket to reach for my wallet only to discover that both my money and metro card was missing. At this point I didnât have any time to go back home . At that moment I remember what a friend once told me âlook both ways before you hop the turnstileâ. So I did just that without hesitation. I then casually walked towards a seat and waited for my train. It still seemed strange that no one at all was in this train station. I looked up at the screen and it said my train would arrive in 40 minutes. âGREATâ I sarcastically thought to myself.
Then suddenly I got a report notification on my phone. âMan stabbed to death in Flatbushâ. I thought to myself âyea itâs tragic but this kind of thing happensâ. I continued to use my phone . I opened Facebook and then began to scroll through it. Then I felt my jaw drop in horror. There was a post with an image attached to it. It said âmasked serial killer uncaught, stay away from Flatbush ave, please lock your doors and avoid the subway. At that moment a great panic disseminated throughout my body. Still, complete silence remained in the train station. I tried to relax. I placed my hand in my pocket and reached for my earbuds. I plugged them into my phone only to find out that they stopped working. I started to rationalize. I thought to myself  âOk yea thereâs a manic running loose but what are the odds thatâŚâ. Suddenly I heard the turnstile make that noise when someone swipes. Now you would think it was just a regular law abiding citizen considering the fact that he swiped. â wow even serial killers have morals, youâll kill someone but wonât dare evade train fareâ I thought. I didnât turn to look but I was ready to face him. I was mentally preparing to strike him and then run. But to my surprise, it turned out to be just a regular guy. His hair was kempt and appeared to be very neat. He wore a white dress shirt along with grey pants and a tie to match. He also wore shiny dress shoes that looked brand new . He happened to be carrying a black briefcase. He kept checking his watch, âhe must be late for workâ I thought.  I felt relaxed now as opposed to how I felt minutes prior. He came and sat down next to me. Nearly 10 minutes of complete silence go by. He remarked out loud âthis train is taking foreverâ. âYea I knowâ I said in response. He said âhey how long have you been sitting here anywayâ. â I donât even know, that screen has said 40 minutes for like 20 minutes. I think itâs brokenâ I told him . He started to talk to me to pass the time. He started asking me questions. He asked me how I felt about Donald Trump. I found that incredibly bizarre. âUmmm Iâm not really into politics but I think heâs crazy and I feel like he is unqualified to be presidentâ I said. His piercing gaze then permeated my soul. He said â Ok thatâs interesting. I asked him why did  he ask me that question. He then told me he loved to hear what people thought about Trump. He said that he found it entertaining. He then asked me if I liked math. I looked at him and said â MATH? I absolutely despise math. Algebraic equations are literally the most useless thing in lifeâ. He then Looked at me again with that same gaze from before. His eyes then widened. He seemed surprised. â wow really? Thatâs crazy, I love mathâ he said to me. âI canât imagine whyâ I told him. He then said â Oh itâs just something Iâve always loved. He then proceeded to ask me another question, but this time he clenched his briefcase. âOh speaking of things Iâve always loved, do you watch anime?â He asked. âYES I LOVE ANIMEâ I exclaimed. Still clenching his briefcase, he asked â whatâs that word that the Japanese says? I canât remember what it isâ.  âItâs Naniâ I told him. We then both laughed about it. Then abruptly I heard â5 train to eastchester Dyer ave approaching station.â I asked him if he was getting on. He said â nah Iâll wait for the 4â. âOh ok well have a nice dayâ I told him. Later that night when I got home and turned on the tv. The news was on. I hardly ever watch it but I was too lazy to change the channel. Then my eyes locked on to the screen. The news anchor proclaimed â local serial killer caught earlier today at 5 pm. He murdered at least 3 more victims before his arrest.â I wasnât very surprised. Well not until his face was shown. That was the same exact man that I had spoken to earlier in the train station. They then started to describe his methods. He likes to spend exactly 10 minutes observing his victims before starting his process. This is why he always carries a watch. He would then ask his victims 3 questions. Essentially if he didnât like all three answers that he was given he would kill and disfigure his victims. Found on him was a pocket knife and just a briefcase. Inside the briefcase was a much larger knife along with a protective mask. Both were stained with blood. I watched the news report in horror. Without a doubt, the word Nani had saved my life.