Not your turn- Demise express

Part 1 - Where am I?

I opened my eyes. I thought a blinding bright light would have greeted me, but no. In fact, it wasn't that bright at all but dimmed, in a warm tone. I slowly blinked, taking in my surroundings, trying to process where I was.
The obvious explanation: I was in a train compartment, but not a modern one like they use in traffic, but an old one with wine red comfy velvet seats, little overhead shelves for luggage, a big window, and dark wood-paneled walls. The hard explanation: I simply didn't know where I was, how I got here, or where I was going. The fact was, I was in an old train heading somewhere unknown.
I looked at my reflection in the window, saw my messy
black hair hanging down to my shoulders, my face all scratched up and a big wound on my forehead. I was also wearing my favorite ripped up jeans jacket, a white hospital gown, and my black high tops. At least I had some sort of sense for fashion, for wherever I was, even though I couldn't explain the hospital gown. I waited for a bit, slid my hands in my jacket pockets, a common gesture for me. In my pockets, to my surprise I found my headphones and an old iPod, I haven't used that in years. On the other was a picture strip. I pulled them out and placed them in my lap. I plugged in my headphones, of course only my old music was on there, but it welcomes me like an old friend. And as I heard the first tunes, I moved my lips, silently sang to the music. I was surprised I still knew the lyrics. I watched the grey and white sky pass by, not really focused on where I was going, captivated by the music. A tear rolled down my cheek. Then the next until I couldn't hold any back anymore. I scrunched up the photo strip, not even looking at it, the memories were too painful to bear. I remembered everything going dark, then all the pain was done. It was like a burden falling off my chest. A massive one.