Her hands were shaking. A million thoughts ran through her mind. "You have to concentrate", she told herself. "Pull yourself together!" She knew that her call would decide about death or life. She realized that there wouldn't come a second chance to straighten things up. It was now or never.
Following a sudden impulse, she slammed the receiver on the table and grabbed the directory. But who should she call? Who was there to help? Who??? It was a quiet scream inside, not meant to leave her lips. They could still be outside, waiting for her. Her only chance was to get some help as fast as she could.
She rather tore the pages than she was turning them when the solution appeared to her in a flash. She would call the police. The three numbers emerged slowly from her scattered mind and, still shivering, she dialed them. One after another, in a trance-like state.
Time had stopped, and when she pressed the receiver on her ear there was only one thing she was able to hear: the pounding of her heart. It took her some moments to realize what was wrong. She sank down with dismay. They had cut the line.
written by Carina Franz
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