This is a story that I have been working on for a while. Here's the first chapter. Constructive critizism is welcome, please don't bash!!
Buzz, buzz. Thats the sound the overhead light made as it blinked on and off every time it swayed. Ivy Carter let the smooth sound of the wheels on the tracks lull her into a light sleep. She felt her muscles tighten and her body jerked forward, waking her and leaving her slightly dazed. With a yawn she sluggishly wiped a stand of raven hair from her eyes. Resting her chin on her knuckles, she peered out of the window at the trees dipped in shadow; rows and rows of them passed by like haunted mountains. They seemed to be endless. She wasn't looking forward to going home; after visiting her high school girlfriends, who by this time were all married, going back to her dreary little apartment in Brooklyn just seemed too depressing.
She wondered about Alan, the man whom she had a one night stand with two months ago. She wondered if she should tell him that she was puking her guts up every morning; that her period had stopped. She was afraid to go to the doctor, but she knew she had to. She would tell Alan when she was really sure.
Ivy sighed and turned her head to see a very strange sight in the seat across the isle. A woman in a purple dress sat slumped to the side; her head rested on the windowsill, her skin was jaundiced, and her dark hair covered her face so that it wasn't even visible.
"Christ", Ivy whispered.
As she began to get up she noticed a brown velveteen bag hanging limply from the woman's hands. She stopped and let her eyes follow the subtle back and forth motion of the bag. When it finally fell it was like a spell had been broken and she scooted over to the sickly woman.
"Hey are you alright"? Ivy asked.
She tapped the woman's soulder. "Exuse me"? She picked up the bag. "I'll get someone. There has to be a doctor on this train somewhere".
Ivy turned and noticed that she still had the bag. "Oh, sorry", she sai. "This is yours".
"No", said the woman, her voice horse and demonic. "It's yours".
"What"? Ivy asked.
"It was always yours".
A violent jolt pulled Ivy backward and into her seat. She held tightly to the bag and slowly, though her head was spinning, she opened it. She reached in and pulled out a tiny fetal skull. Before a scream could even reach her throat, the train shook. She dropped the skull and watched it roll under the seat in front of her. The rocking motion threw her forward and then back again. She heard the back of her head crack as it hit the window and before she passed out, before the light flickered for the last time she looked at the mysterious woman and peeking out from behind her hair was one dark learing eye.