I was released from the hospital after a week and three days.
My hand was surely still wrapped in a cast, I had to use crotches if I wanted to walk which might I add was quite painful and it also hurt to breathe.
However, nothing hurt more than my heart.
I was barely in a good mood and I couldn't refrain from crying myself to sleep.
I didn't even know what word to use and explain what Jordan had done to me, how he made me feel so much pain.
Saying Good bye to Jordan was like saying goodbye to my childhood memories that I'd cradled for so long.
What was worst was that my memories were still present just as Jordan was very much present.
At school he'd be sitting beside me, at home he'll be my neighbor and I'd have to keep pretending and lying to my parents that everything was alright.
