On the same night I was experiencing one of my longest panic
attacks, I could also hear the police helicopters flying around Redland, the
Downs and further towards the Suspension bridge. I knew what was going on. They
were searching for a lady, Charlotte, who had left the maternity ward with her
2 day old daughter. There was CCTV footage of her, leaving her room, walking
through corridors, then entering a room, coming out with her daughter in her
arm, wrapped with only a thin sheet and herself wearing her hospital slippers.
She passed a vending machine where two nurses were buying chocolates. Then cut
to another shot: she opens the door; she enters the streets and leaves. That
was 2 days ago and now the search was at its peak. I shake in my panic and
listen to helicopters and pray from the depth of my heart that Charlotte and
her daughter are not anywhere around here. She is at a friend’s house, hiding
in secret. I finally go to sleep amid the racing of my heart and the
helicopters.
The morning after, I check my mobile first thing. They have
found a body of woman.
Why there are CCTVs , if nobody watches them?


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