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Train trap

I've posted this fiction story a few years  back (2013 to be exact )as an attempt to write
 a ehhhhhhhhhmmmmm slightly weird supposedly  romantic scene ( ok how am I suppose to know romantic I read Stephen kings' books. )

What people don't know was that the incident actually happen. I would have fabricated 50% of it but the other 50% was real.

It was during the time I was doing my bachelors degree in International Business at Uitm  in Shah Alam. It was already late but I had to go back home to my hometown to use the computer and printer for an assignment.
THINGS THAT ACTUAL DID HAPPEN.

1)I did reach KL late and yes,  I did fall asleep
2) yes,  when I finally woke up everyone had gotten  out. All of them were rushing to go back or grab the last taxi. It was almost 12am.
3) yes,  the lights went off and the doors automatically shut
4). Yes when i looked  behind there was a young man sleeping in the seat behind me. It was n't  a dramatic thing, the lights  actually went off  when he opened his eyes.
 5) yes,  he was more alarm than me.
6) yes, the train was moving away from the station and parked slightly further away .
7) yes we did run from one carriage to another to the driver's compartment.
8) yes, I did jump from there to the gravel track
9) yes,  we did walk together.
10) he did ask for my number.
11) No , that was the last time I saw him......ever.



I'll just show you the snippet and you might have an inkling of what happened.  So just stomach a bit of my corny writing 😋🤐

Chapter 1

The train heading towards Seremban was late.

Sharifah looked at her watch, 10.00 o’clock . She bit  her lips. There were fewer  people on the platform. The Pelabuhan Klang train had passed twice and still there were no sign of  the her train.

It was almost 10.15 when the train came into the station. Sharifah  perked up when  she saw it was the  train with the two row seats.  Two row seat means more place to sit and more privacy. Perfect to snuggle and get some shut eye on her one hour and a half trip back to Seremban. Sharifah made her way through the aisle. There was  no one in her carriage except for the Malay couples at the back row. They were giggling and holding each other as if  their seats were not big enough to accommodate them both. Sharifah settled down on her seat and 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 a lot of people 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!

     ‘Calm down, Sharifah, probably they had gone down on the earlier stop’, Sharifah tried to rationalize. Sharifah could see more people disembarking the train .Her eyes darted to the door. It was closed! Why was her door closed ?Sharifah felt all her blood had drained. 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 train came to a stop at a gravel track.

Sharifah slowly edged away from the strange, big yet, attractively handsome man. The young man was too busy trying to pry the door open to notice this. It was useless!. Without electricity in their carriage, the door was securely locked!  He started beating on the door and shouting as loud as he could ,terrifying Sharifah even more. She was nearly in tears.

 Here she was in a dark train with a total stranger, a man; no least and twice her size. Horror images came into her mind, news paper clippings appeared with stories :

GIRL FOUND STIFF IN SEREMBAN!

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. She didn’t know what he was thinking and panicked when his body turned towards her.

Sharifah was shaking all over. 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 180 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. Her hands had turned jelly. Sharifah gasped and let go of the door. It closed with a loud THUMP! She could feel her heart 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 a way but her body was frozen with fear. She did what anyone would have done in a dyer situation …..cry!

She cried and sniffle and sob, while still backing the door. The man was startled and stopped in his track. He seemed baffle at first and then he grab both Sharifah’s shoulder, which caused her to cry even louder! MAK!

Sharifah was too busy crying to notice that he had pushed her aside. The man turned his back towards her and tried to pull the door open. Sharifah’s tears subsided and she was starting to have the case of hiccups. The man managed to open the door and held it so that it wouldn’t slide shut. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow as if saying, ‘Are you coming?’ Feeling stupid and still having the case of hiccups she followed the man into the other carriage and rushed to the sliding door at the far end. The door was heavier this time and the man was breathing heavily when he opened the door for her. She passed him as he held the door open and could see his tired face. By the time they reached the other sliding door, the young man could barely open it. He slid down to the floor leaning on the sliding door. He wiped the sweat on his forehead. Sharifah looked at him and looked through the window pane on the door. She could see the driver’s cabin door on the other side of the next carriage; it was open. They were almost there! Sharifah put down her knapsack . SHE was not going to be locked in the train  with a man, no matter whether he was good or bad. Anybody who would find them the next morning would assume that they had slept together in the train. Who cares whether they were innocent or not. People will only say what they what want to say. Sharifah could see the headlines now.

‘UITM STUDENT CAUGHT IN JAINS (Jabatan Agama Islam Negeri Sembilan) RAIDE WITH A MAN IN A DESERTED COMMUTER TRAIN.’

Oh no ! She was not going to let that happen!

She pulled the door as hard as she could but it didn’t budge. She tried again, her hand was wet from the sweat she had drawn out from her earlier fright. She pulled with all her strength, leaning her body sideways to the left so that all her body weight was used to pull the door open. Her hand slipped from the door handle and she fell…..on top of the young man. He groaned in pain, Sharifah had fallen on top of his stomach. He looked up at Sharifah, his face twisted in pain. Sharifah tried to get up but was mesmerized by his eyes. Talk about cheesy in a bad situation! That close, she could see that it was hazel brown in color and although his face was twisted in pain,  she could sense that there was sadness in them.

The young man groaned again, this time a little louder. Realizing her position, Sharifah struggled to get up. She held out her hand to help the man up but he brushed it away and painfully got to his feet. Feeling foolish, Sharifah brushed her wet hands on her t-shirt and tried again to open the door. The door opened a bit. Sharifah pulled again and suddenly she felt a big hand on top of her left hand and felt a crushing pain as it put force on her small hand as they pulled the door open. Together they managed to pull the sliding door wide open. Sharifah’s hand was throbbing with pain and she looked up at the man to see whether he did it on purpose to get back at her but she didn’t get any expression on his face. He let go of her hand and merely walked passed her to the open cabin door at the other side of the carriage. Sharifah felt a little hurt. Massaging her left hand, she followed solemnly behind him. She stepped into the cabin and saw that the man had already jumped out through the drivers exit door. She couldn’t believe that the arrogant man had just left her ! Sharifah went to the door and looked out. It was a sheer 2 meters drop on the rail track. There were a lot of sharp small rocks below. Sharifah walked to the edge and sat down. She felt that she had a better chance of not injuring herself if she pushed herself off the edge sitting down then standing up!

Sharifah looked down at the track. It seemed so far down. ‘Here goes nothing,’ said Sharifah under her breath and pushed herself off the edge. She fell on her feet but lost her footing and tumbled forward. She would have landed face first on the track if it was not for a pair of hands  that managed to grab both her arms on time. The hands pulled her back and Sharifah turned to see the man smiling arrogantly at her as if saying ‘No, no, no need to thank me.’ Sharifah felt her face go red and would have walked a way until both of them realized that he was still holding on to her arm. The man let go of her arm  and turned his back towards her. He started walking along the railway track, with a sheepish Sharifah trailing behind. The man ignored Sharifah and whistled all the way to the platform.

That's all folks.