The Encounter

She didn't know what to do. She felt herself breaking and crumbling, she didn't feel the same. She sat on the railroad tracks, back towards the train. The blow of the whistle made jer heart race as the tracks started to rumble, and the sound of the engine roared forth. It was the first time she had felt alive in years.
The roar fills her head and chest. The whistle sounds several more times. Her breathing quickens as she looks back to see the train upon her, and suddenly,she's on the ground beside the tracks- train speeding by.
"Now what would you want to go out like THAT for?" A male dressed in black says, picking up his hat. "There's plenty of less-messy ways to get yourself out of this world, you know." He places his hat upon his head, and reaches to help her up.
"W...why would you do that? " she can't help but ask.
"So ungrateful. " he chuckles "you're too pretty to be mush on iron " he gives her a crooked grin.
Her hands shaking, she reaches up for his hand, not sure whether to thank him for saving her or cuss him for foiling her plan. Letting him help her up, she quickly lets go to brush herself off,feeling slightly embarrassed.
"So... why are YOU out here?" She asks the stranger, but looking up she's startled to notice he's no longer there. She quickly looks to her right, to her left, and spins around. Seeing there's no sign, she nervously shoves her hands in her pockets and walks down the center of the tracks, opposite the train's direction. After peering around and scanning the area a while, she returns to her habitual downward gaze to think about the strange occurrence that had just happened. It rang a strange cord with her that she couldn't put her finger on.
Walking along, kicking rocks, she replays details in her head in small hopes she might spot the fellow in town the next day. Even though she was still quite conflicted she wanted to say thank you, but she could remember everything except his face itself. The memory of a tall male in black and a hat didn't serve much help without a face. The realization makes her sigh in depression as she rounds the corner to her street.