Chapter 2
The train carriage is empty, I sit alone. The rain pounds against the roof as the bitterness of the cold freezes my vains. Why? Is there something wrong with me? Why in gods name would someone in their right mind do this to me!
The train comes to a sticky halt. I wipe the window clear of condensation to see where I am, I haven't kept track of time and the amount of stops I have pasted so I have decided to come of here. As my heel firmly plants it self onto the concrete floor of platform floor, a whistles are heard and people walk in every direction.
The air is deadly cold but the platform buzzes with life. I walk. My suitcase trundling behind me, I haven't got much in it, filled with what ever he found in my draw and just happened to throw out into the rain. They have soaked through the suitcase, I do not even question the though of what may lay inside.
I decided to look for train times and to find out exactually where I am. I find that I am in the centre of York, a marvellous place indeed. Christmas lights still draped from the steel frames, and cigarettes still lay on the ground from about 30 years ago. But no one cares at a train station. All people care about is what train they get on and at what time.
I feel odd. Really odd. I've never, ever been alone in a city before. Especially with, nothing. A woman, alone, in... A... City! Oh golly gosh, what has possessed me to come here, I must evacuate this places at this moment. But I don't, I take my place on a bench that creeks with any movement.
I scan the platform, it is still busy because 2 trains at either side have come in and people are still getting on and of. I decide to look in my suitcase, 3 pairs of knickers, a blouse, a pair of trouser and 4 stockings. What am I going to do! I haven't got any, any shoes and £10 to live on.
"Hello my lady, and what may you be doing on the platform on such a miserable day." I quickly stuff the knickers I was holding up and my other possetions back into my dripping suitcase. "Well sir, I was just going... To see my ill mother, yes sir she is very ill and I must see her, immediately." The man I notice is dressed with a black coat that goes to he's feet and he has a fancy black moustache. "May I ask mam' if you know where you are going?" I have no idea of where I am going at all. "Follow me mam'." The man leads, and I stubble as I walk following behind. We walk to the end of a platform when a woman says to me, "Excuse me where is plaform 4?" And before I have time to answer she is gone, and so is the mysterious man.
Someone taps my shoulder, I turn and it another man, I turn again and there is someone else coming towards me, and another one and another one and another one. I drop my bags and run for my life.