Hi, this is my first blog. Just felt sharing a story I did last year but still yet to finish.
Chapter 1
The train heading towards Seremban was late, it was almost 10.15 when the train came into the station. Sharifah was happy she got the train with the two row seats instead of the single row. The aisle was narrower then the single row seating but there were more places to sit and more privacy.
Her carriage was practically empty except for the couple sitting at the back row. Sharifah sat down comfortably near the window. It was going to be an hour and fifteen minutes ride until she reached Seremban. She hugged her knapsack to keep her warm from the cold temperature in the commuter. Before she knew it she had dozed off…
Sharifah opened her eyes groggily. The train had stopped. What station was it? She looked out of the window and saw that most of the passengers had gotten off the train. Still groggy Sharifah sat straight on her seat. Slowly she stood up and searched for the couple at the back row. They were gone!Her eyes darted to the door. It was closed! Sharifah felt all her blood had drained out. Her heart was thumping so hard she felt that she could hear it echoing throughout the carriage. She was rooted to the spot as the dreadful truth crept up to her.She was all alone in the locked train and nobody saw her! She tried to force herself to move and was about to rush towards the door when Sharifah noticed the young man sleeping peacefully behind her. That, was when the lights went out…..
“This is bad,”said Sharifah to herself. The young man stirred and woke up. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Sharifah, dazed and confused. He jumped up when the train started to move again. Sharifah shouted and hit at the window trying to get the attention of the passengers remaining on the platform. They were too engrossed on their own activity that they didn’t see the two people inside. The two of them held their breath as the train came to a stop at a gravel track, away from the platform. The two of them didn’t say anything, fear was the one thing that stop Sharifah from saying anything and edging away from the strange, big yet attractively handsome man. The young man tried to pry the door open but it was useless. Without electricity in their carriage, the door was securely locked! The young man looked at Sharifah with a frighten expression. He started beating on the door and shouting as loud as he could which terrified Sharifah even more. She was nearly in tears. Here she was in a dark train with a total stranger, who was a man and twice her size. Horror images came into her mind, news paper clippings appeared with stories of murder and rape. Nobody saw them, anything could happen in the train.
The man lay his head on the glass window pane in frustration. His breath was heavy, fogging the window as he exhaled. He felt her presence near him and he looked at her. His face was half hidden by the dark and the dim streetlight outside on the track . She didn’t know what he was thinking and panicked when his body turned towards her. Sharifah was shaking throughout her body. She was hugging her knapsack , her left hand dig into it trying to find the black pepper spray she kept in the bag. The man walked towards her. Sharifah panicked and stepped a couple meters back , her hand frantically searching for the spray. Where was it? Her finger found something flat and sticky and melting. Sharifah pulled out her hand. She cursed herself, as she had forgotten to eat the half uneaten Cadbury chocolate bar she bought that afternoon. Her hand was smudgy. At least she could smudge the man’s face and blind him with rich chocolate goodness! The man was coming closer and he was breathing heavily. Sharifah yelped and turned 36o degrees and ran. There was a sliding door at the end of the carriage which leads to the other carriage. She tried to pull the door open but her body was shaking badly, pull as she might the door only slid open an inch. Sharifah gasped and let go of the door. It closed with a loud thump. Cold sweat trickle down her. She could feel her heat thumping harder. She was so scared. She could feel him breathing behind her neck. Sharifah closed her eyes, trying in vain to control her body from shaking.
What should she do, what should she do? Her mind was trying to find away but her body was frozen with fear. She did what anyone would have done in a dyer situation …..cry!
