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This is really 'big' for me, since I've never ever posted anything I've written on a english site. Just my swedish things. So... The translation MAY suck on some parts. Pls tell me, and I'll change :)

Well... This is my 'debut' on a english site :D 
I'm going to upload my story as following: Chapter 'x', part 'x' if you like it, tell me. And I'll put time in translating it to english since the original is in swedish :)
My translation really aint that great, so if you guys se something wrong somewhere... Please, point it out and I'll change it :D 

And no. I don't have a title for it yet ;)

But now... Ladies & gentlemen... I'll present to you.

Chapter 1, part 1. 

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I am hungry. It was the first thing on her mind. A hunger that she did not recognize grew slowly in her body and demanded to get food, nutrition, energy.  She opened her sleepy eyes and looked around. Where am I? How did I get here? When did I get here? Where am I? The room was white, and she could see a tube coming out of her arm and into a bag with a translucent liquid in it. Her stomach growled angrily to her to find food. The power of her body was weak and it took great force just turning her head up so she could see the ceiling above her and then be able to get up, a simple movement took this time a long time and with many hoarse, dry, wheezing breath from her throat she struggled up into a sitting position, that's when it hit her. Hospital. She was on the city's hospital. The head filled with thoughts and ideas on how and why she got there and she almost forgot to locate food, but quickly got reminded of an angry stomach. She bites rapidly in the lip of the stabbing command and starts with rapid eye movements go through the small room she is in in hope that there will be some food in one corner, no. Not in the least not even a piece of bread somewhere and she pulled out a big sigh and felt her throat dried up for her after that. Her eyes were drawn against the tube that was in her arm and with a motion she pulled slowly out it as she was released from the unit she was stuck in. Her movements were slow and tired, but she eventually managed to get up from bed and stood on the cold floor she felt in her bare feet. She stood still for a long while and to get her tired legs used to her weight before she could hear two kinds of steps away from her room down the hall, one is quick heel gait and other lame, slow and shuffling steps, and she can even hear the clink of of metal on porcelain, a key into a lock, it is turned and a door opens. She shuffles slowly toward the door. One, two, three, four, five, six steps and then leaning her ear against the door quietly and listen. Someone is coming this way. So there are people in this quiet place? She stands there for a moment and listen intently, following the steps again and it will take a while before she can hear them again, steps next to each other, and this time she also heard the sound of a cart on the classic hospital floor. They’re on their way over here! Suddenly she feels an urge to scream. Notify all persons on the premises that she starves and that her body is weak and fragile as glass, she is a glass figure in anyone's collection of ridiculous and need something to strengthen her body with.
- co ... come ... come here ... he .. here ... she squeezes her eyes in pain when her words, stuttering hooks up through her throat and out of the mouth. They sting. As a fire in her throat, but she must. Her body tells her that she had to say it, communicate, yelling, she must. Failure of and fight back, want not. She is hungry.
- P.. Sss ss ... ... please ... this ... r.. ... here ... she listens, looks out the dark thick glass pane  with them cold and almost dying eyes that could melt the glass that sits on the door like a window while she hisses the words like a snake hisses at their prey. Hand tighten on screen and squeaks a silent melody at the same moment as she squeezes it into a fist to gather momentum to the final blow to scream as her body longs for and receive emit. She is ready. Now will it.

Author's Note

Well?
What do you think? :)
I've gotten a lot of positive response from friends I know etc...

Is it worth continue on it?
I've gotten to page six atm so...
And you know... Point out grammar and stuff like that :D