I couldn't take it in. I won't get hurt again.
I recovered in the hospital quickly. I was there for a good three months. I developed a normal plan. I would wake up at 9 am, eat my breakfast, go for a walk, go to therapy, eat lunch, go to group session for PTSD, and lastly dinner.
I grew older. I left the hospital, and was greeted with people feeling sorry for me. My story went on national television. It was the only thing people could think about while I was recovering. I got a job in a local office, and people forgot about me. I disappeared in the eyes of the public.
I got a job, and met new people. It was like it never happened. For the public at least.
