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When I come out of the hospital the first thing I see is the man who put me in there. Lawrence Gordon. Maybe that statement wasn't entirely correct but the bandage over my shoulder speaks louder than the thoughts in my head. I feel his eyes burning into me. I want to think, want to forgive him but my mind is clouded with memories of the bathroom. I can feel a dull ache in my shoulder even now. I pound my fists into Lawrence's chest in anger. But all he does is stand there. "Did the bathroom not change anything You're acting like a damn robot! What's wrong with you, how can you look at me with those cold eyes.. How can you look at me after leaving me for dead?!" I'm hysterical. I try to ignore the tears in my eyes as Lawrence opens his mouth and begins to speak.
"Adam, "You have every right to be mad at me." I scoff "Uh, yeah I'm pissed. Lawrence you left me in there for dead! you promised.. you promised and you lied to my face." "Adam" Lawrence began. "I had cut off my own foot.. I was in the hospital. I didn't even know where that bathroom was, I couldn't save you. I'm sorry."
I clench my jaw and sigh I ball my hands in my hair in frustration. "I want to hate you. Why can't I hate you?" I can feel my face screwing up as if I just sucked on a lemon. "TELL ME WHY I CAN'T HATE YOU!?" I can feel your hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer. "Adam... I'm sorry... I know didn't help you then but.. I can help you now. Let me help you Adam. Please, let me help you..."