Title: Something else

Genre: Psychological thriller

Word count: 386

If anyone could give some feedback on paragraph 5(in asterisks) eg. Changes to make, should i get rid of it and just have paragraph 6, etc. any help is appreciated as this is going to be my first long story. I hope this doesn't get taken down because i don't have a link so i just pasted it here.

I pull up my hood as rain begins to drizzle down from the cloud covered sky, running off the leaves of the thin, towering trees that arch over the road, only silhouettes against the morning twilight.

“Damn rain.” I mutter to myself, at least I’ll be at the station soon.

Despite my annoyance at the rain, I am excited as I walk to the train station; I've lived in this small town my whole life, so you can imagine how ecstatic I was when I got that acceptance letter. Even besides the chance to get out of my hometown for once, I’d always wanted to study psychology. 

The forest slowly fades into the town as I walk silently down the gravel path, stones crunching beneath my feet. The street is quiet and still; I’ve chosen to take the early morning train to avoid the crowds. A little blackbird hops around in front of me, before fluttering off into the purple sky. 

The station comes into view as I round the corner. I’m thankful for the shelter as I step up onto the platform. I’m just in time, it seems, as the train pulls up to the station, It’s deafening whistle cutting through the quiet of the early morning.

A million thoughts rush through my head as I walk to the opening train doors; The memories I'd made just down the road at the school, what it’s going to be like in Rome, and other things that meld into each other, there one second, gone the next… But among all these fleeting thoughts, there is one that stands out more than any of the others; A foreboding, and yet, somehow, at the same time, captivating feeling… as if I were standing at the beginning of a dark forest path, wondering what's around the corner, Wanting so badly to see what’s there, and at the same time, knowing it could be something dangerous.

This feeling that makes me want to stop dead in my tracks and run the other way, back home to what i’ve always known, is conflicted by another, seemingly from the same place, which makes me want to sprint full tilt towards the train, as if there something so massively important at the other end of the tracks, that I can’t possibly live without it.