The turnover from dark to missionary work

The silence was like a gentile snow flake, soft and hushed, as quiet as the passage of a star. This silence was engulfing her. She lay there, all alone. She had been staring at the long, deep still healing scar on her hand for what seemed an eternity. It was a souvenir from that accidentent she had been involved in a few days before. And for the millionth time she drifted herself to that night...

Hannah had just waved bye to her parents as she climbed her motorcycle and started her way to her friend's house to watch a film. On her way she noticed alot of confusion in the streets, it looked like every driver owned the street for himself, not caring about the others. She tried to stay alert to avoid any danger. She saw a white car, behind her motor, overtaking the one infront of it. But another car popped out of nowhere. She tightly shut her ey...