I and Lucas finally left the hospital finally and nothing has made me happier than that. The fact that I didn't have to answer any more questions while everyone sat there and looked at me like I was a broken doll. It was all too much for me and all the time everyone would ask me "if I was okay?" "Am I feeling fine?" and whatnot.
I would get frustrated but of course, I couldn't say it out loud.
But seeing him after so many years affected me more than I could have imagined. The worst part about all of this was that he's out there, somewhere. Freely walking around as nothing happened at all. It makes me sick. But right now to all of their questions, all I could really say was that "I am fine." Even though I said that to them, I knew deep down that I was not okay. And it was not gonna be fin
