Street Harassment: It was 1a.m…

It was 1a.m. I was returning home on the last suburban train, I was alone in an entire carriage. Suddenly I heard the door opening behind me. I turn around, I see a man, I pay no attention to him and turn back. 10 seconds later I feel a hand touching my head and brushing my hair. I freeze. This man calls me “beauty”. All I can do is murmur something like “what the hell was that?” And he answers: “Is there something wrong, pretty?”
I just want ANY girl to be able to go home by ANY way she wants at ANY time and NOT being afraid for her own life every second of this journey.