The Station

Into the station and out of the rain

I stepped into the train station, I got caught in the rain on the way here. I pulled my hood down as I enter the building exposing my auburn hair, cut short at the sides and longer at the top. The rain had made it a darker colour even though i had my hood up, It saved my hair from the worst of it but it's still damp. My dark grey hoodie looks almost black from the rain, It's an old hoodie yet faithful and still fits me perfectly and is quite comfortable. It sat over a plain black T-shirt which perfectly complemented a pair of cargos with N.A.S.A printed on one pocket. My runners were soaked right through and my socks were no better. My black socks were turned coal black to the point they looked like the vastness of space.

I walked through the main entrance of the station. My runners squelched with every step. Making me cringe in annoyance. I walked into the room with the ticket booth and machines. The pinkish tiles were slippery with wet footprints and a wet floor sign was set up by the staff. The double doors of the room were green and the paint was faded. The back wall was built as a curve with windows built in showing the bridge over the tracks leading into the town by the Annebrooke hotel and showed some of the tarmac on the platform. The wall was painted a faded white with occasional chips in the paint exposing the wood beneath it. The wall wasn't fully curved there was a straight wall at the end, making the room almost a c shape. By the door two vending machines with drinks and snacks were buzzing away and on the other straight wall there were two ticket machines. I walked up to one and bought a return ticket to Dublin Connelly.

I left the room and walked towards the platform. As i walked out of the building i realised it was still raining somehow. "Got to love the Irish weather" I thought. It was dark for nine in the morning, Grey clouds filled the sky making it seem more gloomy than it should be on a spring morning. It was cold too, unnaturally cold almost like winter yet somehow colder, it gave me goosebumps and made the hair on my arms and neck stand up. The platforms tarmac was a dark grey for being so old yet out from under the canopy the tarmac was a deep black from the rain. Sadly the canopy didn't extend out past about half way across the platform. I heard the whistle from the train and the distinct sound of train wheels on tracks as the grey machine pulled into the station. It came to a screeching halt as its breaks ground against the metal tracks. I was surprised, the train was actually on time for once. I checked my ticket and walked to my carriage. I hit the button on the side of the the carriage and the door opened with a hiss and slid to the left. The familiar beeping noise that the train makes as the doors open. I step into the carriage and i feel a blast of heat from the heaters and i hear the door shut behind me. I walked through the aisle to my seat, seat 46, I look above my seat to the slim line of green lights that spell out my name. "How pleasant" I thought, I always hated the fact they put my name over the seat, I've always preferred anonyminity. I snap out of my thoughts as i realise that the carriage is completely silent. It's deserted, completely empty, it scared me but i payed no heed as I pulled out my earphones, put them into my ears and pressed shuffle on my playlist.