Our story - part V (by Beata)

In this particular moment she came to realisation that she had nobody to turn to for help. Suddenly, another thought crossed her mind that she had left all her personal belongings in the man’s car.

But the lost wallet and passport weren’t her biggest worry at her present situation as her life was at stake. To her horror, the pain in her injured leg became unbearable to the point that she had to stop. Fortunately, the lights behind her back were gone. Now, she could take a better look at her leg. Thank God the injury which initially had seemed serious turned out to be only superficial. She managed to break into a run again. She passed a few crossroads and a long row of houses with forbiddingly black windows. The whole surroundings looked as though the place had been deserted.

She continued her feverish run until the moment she spotted some lights in one of the buildings. She couldn’t believe her eyes as what she saw was a Garda station. She stormed into the reception room screaming, ‘Help me!’