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The Best Way to Help is Often Just to Listen: Sophie Andrews (Full Transcript)

Sophie Andrews

Sophie Andrews – TRANSCRIPT

After cutting her arm with a broken glass, she fell into a fitful, exhausted sleep on the railway station platform. Early in the morning, when the station toilets were opened, she got painfully to her feet, and made her way over to them. When she saw her reflection in the mirror, she started to cry.

Her face was dirty and tearstained; her shirt was ripped and covered in blood. She looked as if she’d been on the streets for three months, not three days. She washed herself as best she could. Her arms and stomach were hurting badly. She tried to clean the wounds, but any pressure she applied just started the bleeding again.

She needed stitches, but there was no way she would go to a hospital. They’d have sent her back home again. Back to him. She tightened her jacket — well, fastened her jacket tightly to cover the blood. She looked back at herself in the mirror. She looked a little better than before but was past caring.

There was only one thing she could think of doing. She came out of the station and into a phone box nearby. (Telephone rings) ¶

Woman: Samaritans, can I help you? Hello, Samaritans. Can I help you?

Girl: (Crying) I don’t know. ¶

Woman: What’s happened? You sound very upset. ¶

(Girl cries) ¶

Woman: Why not start with your name? ¶I’m Pam. What can I call you? Where are you speaking from? Are you safe?

Girl: It’s a phone box in London. ¶

Pam: You sound very young. How old are you? ¶

Girl: Fourteen. ¶

Pam: And what’s happened to make you so upset? ¶

Girl: I just want to die. Every day I wake up and wish I was dead. If he doesn’t kill me, then, I think, I want to do it myself.

Pam: I’m glad you called.