I actually convinced myself that it would be nice to get out of the hospital, that it would feel good to be free, but the truth is that I'm not free, i'm stuck without a family, without a home, without anyone to care for me, I am alone and the worst part is I don't even know why.
"Your clothes." The nurse had thrown my bag of my belongings that I came into the hospital.
My phone is destroyed, my clothes are all torn up. And in the bottom bag there was a heart neckless. Carved into the front was "forever and always" and on the back was "S + D" assuming it was mine since it was with my belongings S must stand for Serena, me, and D must be the mystery guy that I still remember. But I don't know how or why, but I am positive this neckless is mine now, the moment I picked it up I felt a connection. At the very bottom of the bag there was a journal with my name written all over it. The last date in the back of the diary was dated March 25, 2014. Three days ago, also the day of the admitted into the hospital.
