The train has left the station

It was an ordinary night, not too hot not too cold. I had a long shift at work and just wanted to get home. Only some street lights were spending me enough light to see where I was going. As I made my way to the station I noticed a few drunk teenagers shouting at each other while waiting for their train. I leaned against the wall and put my headphones in.
Everything went quite, no teenagers not even a sound to be heard of the rats that were normally running around making enough sounds to get on your nerves. My eyes scanned around. Only now I noticed a old man who sat on a bench and wore a scarf, a hat and a way too warm coat for this weather but I wasn't the one to judge. I only cared about my business and what everyone else did was their thing, I never cared.
A train entered the station headed to some city named Staines or something like that I didn't care enough. That was a trait my parents had always complained about. I've never cared if I hurt somebody's feelings or if I didn't listen to them telling me something that didn't effect me. I only care about myself and that's just how it is. The loud teenagers had entered the train and as I looked up again the train had departed. I got tired of standing around so I decided to sit down. There was only one bench so I had no choice then to go to the old man. I sat down without saying anything, he didn't even look up. Strangely my headphones died so I had no way of listening to music. So annoying. I looked at the time on my phone. It was already so late. My eyes could hardly stay open. "Where are you going kid?" His scratchy voice got my heart to stay still for a second. "London", I answer after a while. I wasn't one for small talk but I didn't had anything else to do. "The train will be here soon" he started the conversation again. "Sure", I slowly got annoyed by the sound of his voice, it gave me the creeps.
Suddenly the lights went off. I jumped of my feet. I heard nothing for a minute only the breathing of mine. Then a train came in. It's lights spend enough light for me to see that it was mine. I grabbed my things and hurried over. I stepped in and was greeted by a strange man. His hair seemed like it hasn't been washed for months, same as his clothes and his eyes looked like they had sunken in his skull.
"Welcome Sir, I Hope you have one hell of a ride" He slightly pushed me forward and that's when I had enough of this so I aimed for a seat nearest to me. Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me away and wanted to fight against it but it was no use. Whatever, whoever grabbed me was stronger than me.
I looked behind me to see the one that did this and to my surprise it was the old man. I looked at the train again but there wasn't one. I was looking straight at the train tracks. I could already see the lights coming from the next incoming train. If the old man would let me go I would fall on them.
"Please pull me back Sir, I don't wanna die!"
My adrenaline was cooking up but the man didn't say anything, he didn't help me any further so here I was caught between life and death and now I had the choice.