The night on the Train

The sky was grey, water filled the air in tiny specks; the cold made Frances's cheeks a rosy color and the water felt like tiny pinpricks upon his face. the light from the city nearby reflected on the clouds in such a way that it made the sky look as if it was on fire. Frances wrapped his scarf around his mouth and nose and began his walk back to the train station. He just loved to come outside the city and see the views every once in a while. no matter the weather.

The station was mostly empty this time of night, just the old lady asleep on the bench and a couple of late night workers taking the last train of the night home. The train would be another five minutes before it arrived so Frances decided to read the little book of poems he brought, he sat on the cold metal bench and tried to ignore the cold as it bled through his clothing and chilled him to the bone.

Once the train arrived Frances scurried on along with the few other people and headed back into the city. The train felt hot compared to outside, Frances slipped his coat of and gently unwrapped his scarf from around his neck. The warm of the train became cozy and the rhythmic sound of the tracks was soothing, he drifted into sleep.

Frances was jolted awake by the screech of the brakes on the train as it began to slow down on the last stop before the city. He was a little dazed, he looked around and there was no one else in the train car but him. He was confused, he had entered with others and there were no other stops before the city. He looked out the window but couldn't see anything but black, but there are meant to be lights since he was getting close to the city.

The train stopped, the doors opened. Frances stood up to see if he could see outside better; He got to the door and there was no platform, it was very dark and he couldn't see a thing. The train lights went dark. Frances was scared, he didn't know what was happening and there was no one to even help him try to figure it out.

The drop from the train was about five feet. Frances wrapped himself up in his coat and scarf and maneuvered his body so he was holding the bottom of the entrance to the train door. Then, he let go. He splashed into cold dark water, to deep to touch. He frantically swam up to the surface and gasped, he was mortified. The water was so unexpected and it was cold he needed to find a way out. He looked up to where the train was but he saw nothing. He treaded water hoping his body won't go into shock from the cold. He could feel his teeth chattering. He looked around, he saw a faint green light in the distance. He swam towards it, struggling through his heavy clothing. The water was a little wavy and he kept getting it in his mouth. The light didn't seem to be getting closer.

All of a sudden something yanked on his scarf he was pulled quickly under the water inhaling some as he went down. He couldn't see anything. All he could feel was the pressure on his neck the rest of his body went numb from the cold, he couldn't breathe. His eyes closed and he passed out as he got pulled further and further down into the dark water.

On the train Frances's body had gone cold, it had arrived in the city and people had called an ambulance. He was dead by the time he made it to the hospital. He had a stroke on the train and never woke up.