Time in the ward wasn't over yet when I took a little breather outside.
I needed to clear my head.
To take a fresh breath, to sit and think.
To not feel like I was being threatened.
Yet, as I sat down there with the paper-heavy in my lap, its edges crinkled from the nervous grip of my fingers. I couldn’t bring myself to look at it again.
I couldn't bring myself to feel better like I thought I would.
No.
How could I when those terrible words were burnt into my memory like a brand?
“Goodness.” I gasped many times as I thought it over and over again while I sat on that bench in the lonely hallway with my back leaning on the wall.
“You and your f*****g son aren’t safe. Beware."
As I looked at it again, each word felt heavier than the last, pressing down on my chest until it was hard
