Teknic and speed project.
...sh and they found my mothers mobilephone in a car. And because we had been trying to call her, this was the first number they found. – Your mother is at the hospital right now, I will drive you. They said it was very critical. I am so sorry… I just looked at him with empty eyes, there was nothing I could say. The only person I had in my family was my mother. I could not let anything happened to her, I was in shock. The car trip to the hospital felt like forever. I did not say a word, nor did Sofia’s father. We came up to her room, in ward number eleven. She was not there. They said that she was in surgery. The nurses placed a bed for me in my mother’s room so I could sleep and Sofia’s father went home. I tried to sleep, but I could not. After a few hours when I had fallen asleep, totally exhausted, a man came in to me, it was the doctor. I do not know exactly what he said, the only thing I remember him saying was “I am sorry little girl, your mother did not survive…” When the doctor said those words I just ran out from there. I ran as far and as fast as I could, I ran out to nowhere. At this time I ended up out on the street, me, a 12 year old girl. I met a girl in my age, Caroline, that helped me a lot. She helped me to become strong out there. She told me about everyone I should know about who was dangerous, everywhere I could find food and somewhere to sleep and so on. She became my best friend. She was the only person I could trust but still, I knew she would put herself in first place if we got in trouble. Help yourself. That is the way life is out here, it is something you have to accept. At last I fell asleep on the few newspapers I had found in the alley. I lay behind some waste bins, which I thought was safe, but obviously it was not. I woke up with great pain in my stomach. When I opened my eyes I saw some boys standing up, kicking me in my stomach and at the same time I could hear them laughing. But something scared them off. A grown-up voice said; “Let the little girl be! Leave her alone, or I will call the police!” The boys ran away, very quickly. It was an old mans friendly voice. He came to me and I heard him call an ambulance. I did not say much, I was in such great pain I could not speak. I was scared that someone would take me from the hospital and place me with some strange family that did not know me. I was used to live out here on the street and if someone would force me inside a house, it would not be to a stranger. He sat down beside me and asked how I felt and I answered; “please do not take me to a hospital, I do not want a stranger to take care of me, I will take care of myself.” He said that it was important to get real help because he did not know how serious the injuries were. He said I did not have to be scared though. The old mans name was Mr Jones, a man that I will always keep close to my heart. We got very close after that accident. He was with me all the time at the hospital and when I was well enough to leave, he offered me to go to the café in the city and ...