The phone number<\/strong><\/p>\n(Emma Jansen, Lia Peisch, Celina Giese)<\/p>\n
It was the 31st of October 2011 and I was dressed as a police officer, which was ironic if you think about how many rules I was breaking that scary night. I was on my third line not knowing what was expecting me.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s almost normal for people my age to be drinking already but all those other drugs shouldn\u2019t be at a 19 year old\u2019s house party. When my parents mysteriously left the house at the start of fall break (I assume they were going on another vacation they didn\u2019t tell me about) me and my boyfriend Jack started handing out flyers for the party around the whole campus and all of New York City. I knew my way around the city because I had grown up on the New York subway. My dad never cared about driving me through the traffic but whenever I missed a train and got home late again he would make a scene. My mom had a sense that something was going on in the house but she never spoke up. Drugs were my way of dealing with my dad\u2019s abuse. I found my peace in writing all my thoughts down in short poems that I kept in my nightstand.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaxine, who the fuck is My love?\u201d
\n\u201cMaxine? I\u2019m talking to you?!\u201d Lost in my thoughts I heard Jack shouting from my bedroom.
\n\u201cHuh? My love?\u201d I asked him even though I knew exactly what he meant.
\n\u201cI close my eyes,
\nwhen everything turns black,
\nstill I know I\u2019d never go back,
\nyou give me your hand
\nand I know, my love, it\u2019s the end.\u201d<\/p>\n
I whispered along to him reciting the first poem I had ever written. I didn\u2019t feel like talking about my feelings when he was stoned and probably wouldn\u2019t remember it anyway so I brushed it off. As we were about to go downstairs somebody rang the bell. The house suddenly went mute. I opened the door and to my surprise it weren\u2019t just kids trick-or-treating but a tall man with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes in a police uniform. \u201cWho of you bitches ordered a stripper?\u201d I shouted into the mess that had once been my parents\u2019 living room. \u201cYou\u2019re under arrest for drug abuse and underage drinking. You have the right to remain silent while I take you back to the station.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then suddenly everything happened in a matter of seconds. I was sitting in front of the man who had just been at my door while being handcuffed to the chair I was sitting in. He was hot though. \u201cAre you gonna shoot me now?\u201d I said in a provocative tone while eying his name tag that said \u201cOliver Thorn\u201d. With a slight smirk he answered: \u201cIf you keep provoking me I might.\u201d His face fell back to a neutral expression when he caught himself smiling at me. I frowned because he looked like he would go back to serious police talk any second. \u201cYour bail has already been paid but I\u2019m not going to end this here. I\u2019m going to give you my personal number and I want you to call me whenever you get lost in drugs again. You can trust me, I\u2019m familiar with a lot of good clinics for teens\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe you were a stripper all along.\u201d I joked. There it was again, that smile that had caught me so off guard when I had noticed it the first time.<\/p>\n
I heard Jack\u2019s car already honking outside so I waited for Oliver to take the handcuffs off me. When he took them off I felt his cold hand brushing against mine. A flush went through my body. And even though I have had a lot of boyfriends I had never felt such a gentle touch from a man. \u201cAre you gonna get up or do you plan to stay here. I mean you\u2019re already wearing the right outfit.\u201d Without answering him I turned around and got into my boyfriend\u2019s car.<\/p>\n
After a few days Jack found the number in my pocket. And as always he made a complete scene out of it. Sometimes I ask myself why I\u2019m still with him. The fight was so bad he started to remind me of my dad. And all that just because of some stupid number. I should\u2019ve just gotten rid of it, but I didn\u2019t. Driven by my anger and sadness I took another line of cocaine. I don\u2019t know what made me do it but the next thing I did was get my phone and call his number. All I wanted is for him to help me.<\/p>\n
\u201cOliver?\u201d\u00a0 I said his name and my heart was pounding in my chest. I remember him saying my name several times and getting louder with every syllable. I tried to answer but my whole body was just lying there. No matter what I did I just couldn\u2019t move. Breathing started to get harder and harder with every heartbeat. I think he knew what was going on because he suddenly hung up on me.
\nThe next few minutes were awful. I wanted to scream for help but my mouth just couldn\u2019t make a sound. Then I heard somebody breaking in. Suddenly worried dark blue eyes met mine. They were the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes. I was losing hope. His voice was getting quieter and quieter when he read what was written on the back of the piece of paper with his phone number.<\/p>\n
\u201cI close my eyes,
\nwhen everything turns black,
\nstill I know I\u2019d never go back,
\nyou touch my shaking hand
\nand I know, my love, Oliver, till the end.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart was filled with warmth and I gasped when I realised what he had just read.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\nHell And Paradise <\/strong><\/p>\n(Denise Pegusa, Lukas Beelitz, Lynn Kindervater, Mo Wenzler)<\/p>\n
It was a very cold day in winter when police officer Oliver Thorn was walking along a dirty road in the Bronx. The snow mixed with rain was swirling around without a recognizable direction. A man was shouting at a young girl running across the street. The ground was a grey mixture of mud and half melted snow, which was sticking to his shoes. The girl was about 16 years old. While crossing the street she showed no reaction. She disregarded the cars which she passed. Oliver Thorn followed her, but before he crossed the street, the traffic light switched and the traffic continued faster than a few minutes ago. The police officer tried not to let the girl out of his sight. Eventually she reached a fork in the road and Oliver Thorn looked at her face. Her face was narrow and her eyes stared blankly in one direction. He was shocked when he saw that her eyes were flame red. After the traffic cleared the girl was lost. The policeman went to the fork in the road where he had last seen her. Oliver continued walking down the street until he came to a school, a hot spot for drugs and alcohol. Some older students were sitting on benches under the canopy smoking. A teacher came out of the building and walked towards him.<\/p>\n
„Officer Thorn, good to see you. We caught a few students in the restrooms again.“<\/p>\n
„Where are they?“ Oliver asked.<\/p>\n
The teacher pointed vaguely into the direction of the door he had come from.<\/p>\n
„They’re waiting outside the principal’s office.“<\/p>\n
The policeman nodded. „Follow me!“<\/p>\n
hey entered the building and cleaned their shoes on the carpet. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the girl he had encountered on the street moments before walking down a corridor. He wanted to follow her, but he still had to do his job. He was very annoyed and showed his mood to the teacher until he asked what was going on. Oliver Thorn just shook his head and said that everything was fine. Later he regretted not having said anything . But what was he supposed to say ? Exactly, he couldn\u2019t say anything about the girl . It would seem extremely strange. Would he ever see her again? He didn\u2019t think so. The officer was concerned about the situation of the students in the school. He couldn’t stop thinking that the girl he had seen in the morning was in the same situation. This time he asked the teacher if she knew the girl. At that moment there was an awkward silence. The teacher looked him straight in the eye and told him that she was one of the best students in the school but the drugs had damaged her a lot. He immediately asked her for more information about the girl in order to help her in some way. And after a few minutes he went to the address the teacher had given him. The girl was sitting next to the entrance almost freezing to death. The officer walked over to her and asked her what was wrong. She whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cDrugs are a hell that appear to be paradise\u2026\u201c<\/p>\n
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She Was To Young Too Die <\/strong><\/p>\n(Nele M\u00fcller, Lysann Vogt, Andri Lobunets, Enes Cesur, Jannik Hen\u00dfen)<\/p>\n
It was a very cold day in winter when police officer Oliver Thorn was walking along a dirty road in the Bronx. The snow, mixed with rain, was swirling around without a recognizable direction. A man was shouting at a young girl running across the street. The ground was a grey mixture of mud and half melted snow which was sticking to his shoes.<\/p>\n
Finally he saw his destination, the college Maxime went to. He had gotten an anonymous tip that the school was a hotspot for drugs. His department had sent him here to arrest everyone who took drugs. However he had a different mission. He wanted to meet Maxime and sell her a fresh package of the good stuff. He went to the back of the school gym. There was not a single person except a girl leaning against the wall. Oliver went over. He reached into his pocket and brought a tiny bag with a white powder into the light. The girl took out a bundle of dollar bills and handed them to Oliver. He silently took the dollar bills and put them into his pocket. Just as Maxime was about to go Oliver grabbed her at the shoulder. He said: \u201dThis was the last time. I\u00b4m gonna get clean.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maxime turned around and started yelling right away: \u201dYou can\u00b4t do that! This was the best part! And what about us?\u201d\u00a0 \u201cIt\u00b4s over, I\u00b4m sorry\u201d, he said quietly and went back to the entrance of the school.<\/p>\n
That afternoon Maxime\u00b4s boyfriend visited her in her dorm and found her naked in a full bathtub. Her left arm was hanging outside the bathtub, in it was an empty little bag. \u201cHey, wake up Maxime! Can you hear me?\u201d Maxime\u00b4s boyfriend shouted, but she didn’t respond. He checked her pulse and called 911, but it was too late.<\/p>\n
Three weeks later was Maxime\u00b4s funeral. Everyone came, her family, friends, even Oliver. He was the last one to give her the last honor. He stood in front of the coffin praying. Suddenly he heard a stick crack behind him and as he turned around he heard a shotgun being reloaded. It was too late for him as well. His body fell down next to Maxime\u00b4s.<\/p>\n
<\/h2>\nThe accident<\/h2>\n
(Jarne Broder, Leonid Dirzus, Philipp Dohrn, Marvin Gier, Jens Kranz, Arne Langer)<\/p>\n
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It was a cold snowy morning in the Bronx. The town seemed peaceful, but this peace was suddenly interrupted when the sound of a siren echoed through the streets. It was Officer Oliver Thorn. He was on the way to a car accident, to which he was sent from his headquarter. When he arrived at the place of accident he saw two cars crashed into each other. A paramedic went over to him and asked:<\/p>\n
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\u201cAre you Officer Thorn?\u201d<\/p>\n
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He nodded and the paramedic explained:<\/p>\n
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\u201cThe accident happened 30 minutes ago. The woman\u2019s name is Maxime, she\u2019s a 17-year-old girl. She drove into the man\u2019s car with 120 km\/h. He luckily survived but the young woman sadly didn\u2019t. She died in the ambulance, but the blood test we did before showed that she was under the influence of drugs while driving.\u201c<\/p>\n
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\u201cThank you for your description of the accident\u201d, officer Thorn replied.<\/p>\n
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He had already seen many car accidents but the most tragic ones were always when young people were involved. After he had finished his accident report he drove away. Oliver knew perfectly well what effects drugs could have, he had seen it many times, but this didn\u2018t stop him from doing his second job. In the evening he waited underneath a remote bridge. Fifteen minutes later he was tempted to just leave but he eventually saw a young woman appearing. Oliver asked:<\/p>\n
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\u201cWhat took you so long?\u201d<\/p>\n
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The woman answered:<\/p>\n
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\u201cI\u2018m sorry, but my boyfriend and me had an argument.\u201c<\/p>\n
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\u201cIt\u2018s okay\u201c, Oliver said and put a small packet in her hand.<\/p>\n
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In return the woman gave him an envelope. Then Oliver went home.<\/p>\n
The next day Oliver got sent to an accident again. When he saw the car banged against a bridge pillar he began to shiver. In the car was the young woman he had given the drugs to yesterday.<\/p>\n
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\u201cI have always known that my job was dangerous but I didn\u2018t think I would ever experience to happen something like this to someone I sold the stuff to.\u201d<\/p>\n
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His thoughts got interrupted by the sound of a car which stopped in front of him. A guy jumped out of the car and ran to the place of accident. When he saw the woman he burst into tears. Officer Thorn asked him:<\/p>\n
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\u201cDo you know this woman\u201c?<\/p>\n
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Still in shock he stuttered:<\/p>\n
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\u201cYes, she\u2018s my girlfriend. I tried to convince her to stop taking drugs but she just left. I wish I had stopped her.\u201c<\/p>\n
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\u201cI\u2018m sorry\u201d, Oliver replied and went back into his car.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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