"Bye sweetheart." Olive's mother said.

   "Oh and don't forget, take that pepper spray. You never know whose out there in the subway. Can't you just stay the night?"

   No. Olive didn't want to stay. She wanted to go back home. Leave New York, and go back to Michigan. The flight left tomorrow at 6:00 am and it was already 12:30am.

   She was sick of grieving over her fathers death and to deal with her hungover mom before her flight wasn't going to cut it.

   "Sorry mom I can't. My art showcase is tomorrow." She lied.

    "Oh, well by my little Olive oil." Her mother hugged her, the smell of beer on her breath.

   Olive grabbed her bookbag and slung it on her back. She went out into the crisp air and didn't look to see her mother waving at her from the door. "This is the last time i'll come over here." Olive muffled under her breath. She walked out of her mom's apartment and to the elevator.

   She frantically pushed the ground floor button. Olive awkwardly stood in the corner of the elevator as more drunk people piled in.

   The door let out and Olive could finally breathe. She took a deep breath and set off in the New York streets, the Billboards her only light in the darkness of the subway stairs.

  The smell of sweat and sewer circled through the air as she began to walk to the ticket station. " Late ride eh?" The old lady said through the glass box.

   "Yeah, I got a flight to Michigan in..." She checked her watch. It was 12:45. "In about 6 hours and 15 minutes." The lady handed her the ticket and she made her way into the depths of the subway.

  Unaware of what was to come, she checked her pocket for pepper spray, but she neglected to take it. She shrugged her shoulders and continued into the dimly lit subway.

   Olive felt isolated, and the screech of a track made her jump. The most unsettling sound was the faint click of footsteps.......