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I walked in the washroom making sure that no one was present there, took off my shirt. I was thankful that nobody noticed me in the crowd. I washed my wounds but the stains remained on the fabric. The wound, the injury to my flesh will heal long before I am able to heal my brain. Trauma is that way. Yet with time, with someone good to talk to, I will be well once more. I lost Ryan, my father while Kai was nowhere to be found. On each arm there are great purple bruises that will only deepen over the coming week. My jaw was bursted but I could manage with that. I sighed and wore back my shirt. Cleaning up the blood on my hands I took a taxi back to the old man's house. 

I went to the garden where the old man used to spend most of his day time but he wasn't there today. Maybe he was sleeping in his room. I had to leave this place before I got caught. I went into my room and packed my belongings. I wanted to meet Hope before I left this place but she wasn't replying to my texts. I left the home leaving behind a letter of gratitude for the old man. I decided to take a bus back to my home in Ash Ville. 

I noticed many people gathered near a place which was about a hundred meters away from the old man's house. Each person in the crowd moves as if unseeing hands drag them this way and that, pulling their eyes to one thing and then another. I decided to check out the reason for the gathering due to pure curiosity. A priest was performing last rites. 

"She was too young to die."

"I saw her coming back late at night yesterday. She was fine then." I heard people whispering. I peered to look at the person, she was a pretty woman. It seemed as if she was still sleeping peacefully. 

The only thing which is left incomplete is speaking to Hope. I decide not to look back and welcome my journey with a strong heart. I stand tall and love the fresh air that comes from following this ever onward road. I stride in bold steps, feeling a sense of pride in each one. And this journey is not about a destination, nor arrival point or finish line for there is no such thing. 

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